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SamaelSwine
I'm new to this site, and I'm a little bit drunk. If stereotypes from literature and movies have taught me anything though, that just makes me a good, tortured artist that'll fuck your girlfriend while you're mowing the lawn or some such domestic nonsense. I'm gonna ramble until I find something that I can hammer into a blog post that might get some eyeballs on it. What is the point of writing anything unless people read it after all?

If you would like to discuss various ways of dismantling a human machines using only the human machine, that is hand to hand combat, get in touch with me! If you would like to recommend disgusting movies, do the same. Weird, filthy, underground music? You know the drill, get in touch! But not literally, do you think I didn't see you scratching your asshole?


My intention with this site is to attempt to get more of what I like to think of as the transmundane in my life. Transmundane for my purposes means anything that falls to the right of the bell curve of human behaviour. Satanism, the occult, and the LHP in general all fall into that category. The transmundane makes me glad to be alive, while the mundane makes me sad to draw the same breath as all the mundanes.


 I should mention however that I have grave concerns about these things essentially being absorbed into a larger commodity that is the consumer good of rebellion that has been sold to the West since the 60's, but that is a subject for another day. That day will have caffeine as its primary drug instead of alcohol as it would require some research on my part, as well as sound logic and coherent points. Such topics are beyond the scope of the current article.


So if you suffered through those rambling paragraphs, go fuck yourself. I mean thank you. I like to write, and we will be seeing more of each other, whether you like it or not.

SamaelSwine Sep 13 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: new noob go fuck yourself
Hartnell

I gots  somethin' for yas: one of the most well-kept open secrets of the Satanic religion. Interested? Yup,  that's it in the paper bag. Are yas interested? Hmmm? Ok.

:: Looks around suspiciously ::

Ok, It seems as if the coast is clear.... more

Hartnell May 20 '16 · Rate: 3.67 · Comments: 3 · Tags: heh
ol' grimey

In the Satanic Bible, under the infernal names is included the name of a Indian god, called Shiva as a transcultural variation on the Devil/Satan representation.

In order to understand this, we must first look at who Shiva is, or rather his role in Indian mythology. Shiva is commonly/relatively known as the third person in a sort of Hindu trinity, called Shankara/Rudra, or the "destroyer", what Shiva destroys is the old, while at the same time creating the new, particular in the case of the Universe, where one universe is destroyed, while another Universe is created from the ashes of the former Universe- the Big Crunch, followed by the Big Bang; the reducing of the phoenix to ashes in the purifyingly destructive "Fire", out of which the phoenix is arisen anew. So like Shiva, Satan represents that principle of ultimate destruction from which comes ultimate creation.


In order for Satanists to be masters, they must first demolish  themselves, only to rebuild from the rubble a new structure. This is what Satan-Shiva represents.

The infernal names overall are keys to understanding a glimmer of that "many faceted key to the unknown...that Satanists choose to call Satan".


If you ask me, I would tell you that the SB is written on, or can be interpreted on many different levels at once, in true fashion of occult literature. Though let me say this, the writ is there for putting a name to your experience, to act as a stepping stone and as a beacon, so ultimately by your very nature as Satanists you don't cling to nor get hung up on the writ, after all is said and done, you come to the realization that it all; everything comes down to you. You stir and things respond to that initial stirring. You project your own ego, hang ups and maps on to the Universe and the environment responds by tricking you into being convinced that what you believe to be the case actually is, only appearing as the case.  A true Satanist, that is to say a Satanist that is known to be so by his fruits; his understanding of his inner nature as an individual, as a human and as an Earthling, as well as beyond, also his capacity to understand things non linearly... is one who deconstructs things, only to reconstruct them; we do microcosmically what the Universe does macrocosmically, as the Universe goes through the cycle of expansion-contraction/big bang-big crunch, so too do we go through the process in miniature. Satanists stand above the universe, but also he stands below it, yet at all times outside of the universe, also representing the mental universe. This is further reflected in the aura/vibe of the Satanists and people can pick up on that otherness, because when it comes to a non Satanist's encounter with a dye in the wool Satanist, there will always be 'something about him, I can't put my finger on it, but it's just something about him'.


Satanists by nature embody nine parts respectability, to one part outrage- I instead replace outrage with rascality. To be outside of the Universe is to position yourself as it's destroyer and designer. Satanists flow with the Process spontaneously.


   



ol' grimey Apr 8 '16 · Comments: 3 · Tags: satan lhp left hand path philosophy
sicfuc
hey is there anyone near Idaho Falls, ID.
sicfuc Mar 25 '16 · Comments: 3
SamaelSwine
If you take for a moment my operational definition of magic: "Any will/desire that starts in the brain, that is then created in objective reality." You can see that a great many things are effectively magical. Basically all human behaviour can enjoy the shade of this magical umbrella. But the more interesting forms of magic involve rituals that use aesthetics and art as a bridge from the mental version of the will to its physical manifestation on the objective plane of the universe. 


If you look at any martial arts club, from the nonsensical mystical bullshit taught in aikido to the primarily athletic, spectator sport martial art of western boxing, the trappings of magic and ritual are everywhere. Granted they are more obvious in many of the traditional asian martial arts, involving bowing, special clothes, meditation, and sometimes mantras. If you go to a boxing or mma gym, you can see many of the same categories of things, they just look superficially different. You see a lot of the same athletic gear like Everlast, Hayabusa, or Venum, worn to appease the martial spirits to be invoked. Or just to fit in. Or because those are high quality brands, and wearing a high quality brand will mean that you are a better fighter, at least in one's head at some level. 


Essentially all forms of martial arts or combat sports involve a preparatory period,  like striking the gong or lighting the incense in order to get the mind into the magical trance or mood necessary for spell-work. The preparatory period in the martial arts is a warm up, light exercises to prepare the body to get in to aroused state necessary to meet the upcoming demands of the workout or competition.


And then training happens. Much like a voodoo practictioner plunges needles into his poppet to destroy him, the kickboxer hits the heavy bag in preparation for the fight, simulating in as realistic a form as possible his opponent. The fighters who have teachers that keep current on the state of sports science are well aware of the utility of using visualization as a means to improve the skill of a fighters' techniques. Visualization of course is a time honoured tradition in many mystical and magical paths.


Each training session I argue is no different from a spell; what you do in the dojo is meant to make a certain outcome happen in the objective world. Some systems of martial arts utilize methods of training that are so byzantine that the outside observer can see little relation to that and the act of physical combat. Think of elaborate systems of choreographed movements, some of which are designed to improve woo woo as "chi". These fighters never let their spells come to fruition, their spells fail, for they seldom test their abilities in real life (at least I've found little evidence other than wild claims from their practitioners). 


If a truly devoted martial artist lifts weights and diets appropriately to further increase his performance in combat, this is the same thing: An act with absolutely no clear relation to the act of punching someone in the head until they fall down. Yet it cannot be denied that such fighters are those who in fact do defeat their opponents with the greatest skill and frequency, and if they chose could probably go into a crowded area and cause serious damage with nothing but their bodies. In other words, martial artists who have proven their ability through competition or street fights after casting their spells (years of training) are fucking wizards.

SamaelSwine Sep 17 '16 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: magic, spells, martial arts, wizards, aikido, chi, bullshit
Sturmgeist88
Smoke Weed
Rob A Liquor Store
Fuck A Nun
Snort A Line
Commit Some Crime
Build The Wall
Deport Them All
Do meth
Sturmgeist88 Oct 8 '16 · Rate: 4 · Comments: 3
AngelMarie
I am looking to make some friends on here but I am unsure of how to do so
AngelMarie May 31 '17 · Comments: 3 · Tags: friends
Iggy Starman
Here I would like to establish my own train of thoughts and ideas in a public manner for others to notate with their experiences, ideas, information and wisdom. Most of these personal thought forms will be spastic with little structure from one topic to another, often starting or stopping abruptly. 


I figure I may as well begin with origins to myself and where it all began, details may be fuzzy but I'll do the best I can to shed some light on thought processes and etcetera. For those that give two shits about picking the brains on others or view the individuality within strangers, you might be in for a treat.


2006-2007, Aprox Age, 13.

I'll begin with where it all started. I never had my own personal computer or laptop at a young age, but I did have a Wii-system that used Wi-fi, a modern staple that offered me access to various resources for a growing hormonal teenaged boy. One particular summer eve, I grew bored, lonely - the strange kid in the back of the class-room that yearned for friends and companionship, struggling with Father issues and a sweet tooth for horror. I've heard that some in various circles practiced singing praises to Satan, and while I never viewed myself as a Christian at this time, a true one at least, I was left with questions and doubts. My faith with ye-old God were measured in stray hairs at best, never strong but not completely torn. As my mind wandered, I ventured to the ideas of summoning a Succubus. Trivial and immature, but I was alone and guided only by my own curiosity. 


I happened upon Joy of Satan. An old site that seemed to be updating fairly regularly at this time, chocked full of scriptures of demons, summonings, Astral Projection, ideas, so on and so forth. Being susceptible of believing everything I was told, I slowly began to develop similar anti Semitic ideas  to that of the site owner. I dabbled with meditations (Was terrible at them) - Interested in developing relations with Satan and Lucifer (To fill the void of a fatherless life) - believed in a world of Duat, (Satanist Heaven, or the world of which Daemons reside in the Astral.) and even had dreams of traversing a strange back-alley portion of a city where gambling on those whom were about to die in the real world seemed oddly popular. Creatures and beings I couldn't begin to fathom appeared here, some humanoid, others.... I can't describe. All harboring around this gargantuan book. I've labeled this book as 'The Book of Death'. Date, time, location, cause, name, all recorded in real time. (And before you ask, I have /Not/ seen 'Deathnote' during this time, but that's the easiest way to put it.)


Beyond this realm of gambling, there was a grand library, ancient, manned by more impossible creatures and beings I couldn't classify to anything recognizable. Before long a squadron of 'officers' swarmed me and I promptly woke up with a lump in my throat and a haze over my eyes. Most of my practices during my 'Joy of Satan' phase were for naught. I've never been able to properly finish or follow through any of the meditations, and Astral Projection, to this day, eludes me completely. (Despite this, it is still one of my Grand Life Goals, to Astral Project.)


This goes on for a while, onwards to 2010 and 2011, where I slowly wane and drift from these practices. I had friends that claimed they were building Grimories and Black Books of Pagan practices and rituals. All of which I were unable to grasp in time before I moved from Indiana to Wisconsin, and in 2013, back to Indiana. Three years of friends and confusion of this spiritual world I was introduced to were for naught. I would denounce the Anti Semitic ways of myself after speaking to a few members from The Brotherhood of Satan, and after fact checking some of the things written by JoS - it seemed sketchy and I became quite skeptical. 


The idea of Satanism was warped for me, yet I retained my desire by understanding the journey is an individual experience. Now in my early twenties, I've still yet to understand how to branch as my own individual self for self empowerment under my own cause - but more on that some other time.


2015-2016 - Age, 20-21.


I hadn't touched a single word off of Satanism for years after Wisconsin, I grew older, wiser, had a job, had some more friends, established myself in the community and known by a fair deal of people in this small city. Most faces are quite familiar - but yet, when I go home each night and prepare for bed, I felt something was missing from my life. Like a note to my future self, the ideas of Satanism came crawling back to the back of my mind and I begun to yearn to speak to other Satanists. Step in Temple of Atem - a branch of Satanists brought up by the teachings and books of S.S Connolly, an author that has written several scriptures and are selling them on Amazon Kindle. I developed myself very briefly in their community and purchased a very, very, very special book. Goetic Daemons~ a ritual book with drawings and instructions for very particular rituals and practices. 


I haven't thought much of the book, still slowly reading through it and several other books from Amazon Kindle - but recently (After I fell out of the practices for a third, fourth time, lost count) - there were a few pictures from Imgur that referenced this book. Going about talking about the Satanic symbols, denounced the Necronomicon and referenced this book in my possession with heavy warnings and praise of its truth and rights. Thinking about the book now with idle fondness gives me mild chills. 


Skipping out a lot of details and small stories omitted for time sake, here I am now. Once more called back to the LHP by idle thoughts that keep nagging me, dragging me back once I've ventured on my own for too far. Either experiences in life make me yearn for information, or closure. Perhaps community and speaking with real people with real experience and real results appeal to me. 


And here I am now, SIN. Happened upon it on accident, and I've made mention of it from my enlistment questions. One hell of a Google Search - and there it was in shining glory. An active forum that seemed coherent and brimming with experiences, practices and people willing to --- you know --- talk.  The biggest thing that's happened to me, I believe, would have been that dream. Almost a decade ago - and I still remember it vividly, as if it happened yesterday in real life, but it happened so quick I just can't process everything that occurred during that dream. 

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Personal Beliefs:

Theistic. Satan and Lucifer are two separate entities - there is not just one realm of which Goetic Daemons reside, however most can be found within the Astral. Lucifer and Satan, personally, are viewed as Supreme Beings and, more or less - father figures.


Personal Goals: 

#1. Fucking Astral Projection holy shit.

#2. Develop friends within Satanic Network.

#3. Understand, practice, and perform successful rituals respectfully.

#4. Develop more goals.


It's 5:30 am, growing tired, train of thought is about as useful as Braille on a drive-through ATM. Will add more to this some other time. 

Iggy Starman Apr 22 '17 · Comments: 3 · Tags: community, theism, theistic, personal, blurbs, astral, ideas
quael
Hello, I'm a relatively new member. I was wondering if anyone knew a specific trick or perhaps a few tips to learn the correct pronunciation of the Inverse Lord's Prayer(Lord's Prayer said backwards). Thanks in advance.
quael Mar 7 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
RichieBdemented


February 16, 2016A Message to Our Customers

The United States government has demanded that Apple take an unprecedented step which threatens the security of our customers. We oppose this order, which has implications far beyond the legal case at hand. 

This moment calls for public discussion, and we want our customers and people around the country to understand what is at stake.

The Need for Encryption

Smartphones, led by iPhone, have become an essential part of our lives. People use them to store an incredible amount of personal information, from our private conversations to our photos, our music, our notes, our calendars and contacts, our financial information and health data, even where we have been and where we are going.

All that information needs to be protected from hackers and criminals who want to access it, steal it, and use it without our knowledge or permission. Customers expect Apple and other technology companies to do everything in our power to protect their personal information, and at Apple we are deeply committed to safeguarding their data.

Compromising the security of our personal information can ultimately put our personal safety at risk. That is why encryption has become so important to all of us.

For many years, we have used encryption to protect our customers’ personal data because we believe it’s the only way to keep their information safe. We have even put that data out of our own reach, because we believe the contents of your iPhone are none of our business.

The San Bernardino Case

We were shocked and outraged by the deadly act of terrorism in San Bernardino last December. We mourn the loss of life and want justice for all those whose lives were affected. The FBI asked us for help in the days following the attack, and we have worked hard to support the government’s efforts to solve this horrible crime. We have no sympathy for terrorists.

When the FBI has requested data that’s in our possession, we have provided it. Apple complies with valid subpoenas and search warrants, as we have in the San Bernardino case. We have also made Apple engineers available to advise the FBI, and we’ve offered our best ideas on a number of investigative options at their disposal.

We have great respect for the professionals at the FBI, and we believe their intentions are good. Up to this point, we have done everything that is both within our power and within the law to help them. But now the U.S. government has asked us for something we simply do not have, and something we consider too dangerous to create. They have asked us to build a backdoor to the iPhone.

Specifically, the FBI wants us to make a new version of the iPhone operating system, circumventing several important security features, and install it on an iPhone recovered during the investigation. In the wrong hands, this software — which does not exist today — would have the potential to unlock any iPhone in someone’s physical possession.

The FBI may use different words to describe this tool, but make no mistake: Building a version of iOS that bypasses security in this way would undeniably create a backdoor. And while the government may argue that its use would be limited to this case, there is no way to guarantee such control.

The Threat to Data Security

Some would argue that building a backdoor for just one iPhone is a simple, clean-cut solution. But it ignores both the basics of digital security and the significance of what the government is demanding in this case.

In today’s digital world, the “key” to an encrypted system is a piece of information that unlocks the data, and it is only as secure as the protections around it. Once the information is known, or a way to bypass the code is revealed, the encryption can be defeated by anyone with that knowledge.

The government suggests this tool could only be used once, on one phone. But that’s simply not true. Once created, the technique could be used over and over again, on any number of devices. In the physical world, it would be the equivalent of a master key, capable of opening hundreds of millions of locks — from restaurants and banks to stores and homes. No reasonable person would find that acceptable.

The government is asking Apple to hack our own users and undermine decades of security advancements that protect our customers — including tens of millions of American citizens — from sophisticated hackers and cybercriminals. The same engineers who built strong encryption into the iPhone to protect our users would, ironically, be ordered to weaken those protections and make our users less safe.

We can find no precedent for an American company being forced to expose its customers to a greater risk of attack. For years, cryptologists and national security experts have been warning against weakening encryption. Doing so would hurt only the well-meaning and law-abiding citizens who rely on companies like Apple to protect their data. Criminals and bad actors will still encrypt, using tools that are readily available to them.

A Dangerous Precedent

Rather than asking for legislative action through Congress, the FBI is proposing an unprecedented use of the All Writs Act of 1789 to justify an expansion of its authority.

The government would have us remove security features and add new capabilities to the operating system, allowing a passcode to be input electronically. This would make it easier to unlock an iPhone by “brute force,” trying thousands or millions of combinations with the speed of a modern computer.

The implications of the government’s demands are chilling. If the government can use the All Writs Act to make it easier to unlock your iPhone, it would have the power to reach into anyone’s device to capture their data. The government could extend this breach of privacy and demand that Apple build surveillance software to intercept your messages, access your health records or financial data, track your location, or even access your phone’s microphone or camera without your knowledge.

Opposing this order is not something we take lightly. We feel we must speak up in the face of what we see as an overreach by the U.S. government.

We are challenging the FBI’s demands with the deepest respect for American democracy and a love of our country. We believe it would be in the best interest of everyone to step back and consider the implications.

While we believe the FBI’s intentions are good, it would be wrong for the government to force us to build a backdoor into our products. And ultimately, we fear that this demand would undermine the very freedoms and liberty our government is meant to protect.

Tim Cook

RichieBdemented Feb 17 '16 · Comments: 3
Shawn


So, yeah. Heh :) I got called on some bullshit. A few days ago Zach made it abundantly clear that I was being an asshole and that sort of thing wouldn't be tolerated 'round these parts and you know what, motherfucker, that's cool with me. No really. I shit you not. In fact, I have a lot of respect for it. I was indeed being an asshole and Zach handled it well. (IMHO)


Normally, this kind of mod/admin conversation would stay private. This time, I'm saying a bit about it for a specific reason: it shows that SIN isn't like most. 


You probably know what I'm talking about: what usually happens is guy running the show makes the popular kids the mods who then will slam the ban hammer down on someone for making a valid point which they disagree with. Drama, drama, rinse, repeat.


I've known Zach for several years now. I've known the guy since the "old youtube days" (was it 2009? or 10?) before there was a SIN. Y'know, waaaay back. And I gots to follow the rules like everybody else.


I'm very happy about this. Being the devil's advocate of a problem child that I am, I've been booted out of countless Satanic forums for a myriad of bullshit reasons. So, I know the tar and feather well. :) Never, not even once, can I think of a time when a mod has been held accountable for their bullshit. Until now. (Ok, yeah, so it was me, but who gives a shit? :) ) The important thing here is that the line has been drawn in the sand as far as what will and will not be tolerated here at SIN.


Asshole mods? Absolutely not.


The bar is indeed being raised. 

Shawn Oct 24 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: slaaaap
Anna

Good morning said the dog walking a kid on a leash. Good morning I answered politely but couldn’t help chuckling. Yeah, it was the dog walking the kid, not the other way round. That damn dog was bigger than her, an eleven-year-old daughter of my neighbors who have just moved in. Totally irresponsible people. They should have bought a smaller dog. This one was too big. It was pulling the child behind itself. But why should I care? Not my business.


I returned to reading the newspaper. It was a beautiful sunny morning, just perfect for sitting on a bench in the park. It was just a bit too noisy for my taste though. Plenty of children running around and playing, neurotic parents calling and shouting at their kids. Total craziness.


Rex! Rex! Come back here! Rex! Rex! Come back! Come back! I looked around. The dog was running around the park with the leash hanging loose and the child was chasing it. Rex! Rex! Rex! Come back! Rex!


Those people are really funny, those who think they can walk the Beast on a leash. Sooner or later, the blessed day comes when the Beast gets out of hand. This is when it becomes beautiful. Chaos unbound, pure evil uncontrolled by anyone. It’s so amusing to see confusion and helplessness on their faces, or even anger, when it dawns on them they are no longer in control, when they see everything fall apart. They wish then they wouldn’t have started playing with fire. They wish they could turn the clock back but it’s too late…


Rex! Come back, Rex! Mommy! Mommy! Rex ran away! Mommy! And the child started crying. Like a puppet on the strings, I thought. It’s too late, my darling, too late…


Don’t worry she said and unzipped his trousers. James doesn’t know anything. Too stupid. He thinks I’m staying late at work. The loser can’t even find a job. I’m wasting my life with him. She was sitting on him and delicately caressing his breast with her tongue. You know how to satisfy your tigress. And she laughed and kept laughing louder and louder and louder…


I put my fingers in my ears but her laughter reverberated all round the room. I let the photos fall on the floor, the photos made by the private detective. She had been cheating on me for two years, fucking her colleague in a cheap motel. The nasty visions were passing rapidly through my mind. I must put myself together. Soon it will be over. I prepared myself for this for quite a long time. Everything will be all right. The doorbell rang.


Oh the dinner is ready! Oh James, how romantic! I took her coat and lighted the candles.


I watched her breathing while she was laying beside me. So peaceful and serene. I had put enough of sedatives in her drink. She looked self-confident as usual, even now, when she was sleeping, blissfully unaware of what was going to happen. I pressed the pillow against her face. I waited and watched how her life was slowly leaving her body…


She was always on top of me when we were making love. Always dominating at work, at home and in bed. Now there she was, submissive and obedient, bending unconditionally to my will.


Like a puppet on the strings, I whispered after I got off on her inert body.


It’s too late, honey. It’s too late.

Anna Jul 13 '15 · Rate: 4.50 · Comments: 3 · Tags: story, manipulation, betrayal, beast, murder, puppet
thedeadidea
It has often been said Satanism is not a religion but rather a philosophy. This is more often than not the cordial dismissal of metaphysical pretense and spiritual pipedreams characteristic of most of all belief systems that characterize religious systems. But Satanism is also truly dissimilar from Philosophy, particularly contemporary philosophy in many ways. 

Here I thought I might point to several of them. 


1. In View of Intelligence

Despite defining it, few in academic rigor truly appreciate  as wide or diverse types of intelligence such as kinesthetic intelligence or heuristic intelligence. 


Kinesthetic being things that are more physical such as athletic prowess, physical conditioning, skilled and unskilled labor etc. 


Heuristic being the kind of street smart/social smarts typical of a small buisness owner or management in many work places. 


 It is not about premises being held, but simply emphasis. Satanism makes little distinction between intent and intelligence but cultural factors and disciplines such as philosophy can and does reinforce.


2. Denial of Individuality 


Although not as bad as it will be, an increasing emphasis on dissecting the questions of being in terms of historical, biological and social abstractions. This in some ways is a convenient and powerful analysis but in others is simply mistaken. For it conceives of humanity only as a collective, only in the third person. It completely foregoes qualia, subjectivity and the person. One who rises above circumstance is no longer the hero, but simply not the victim of statistics the majority of their peers belong. 


3. The Passive Thinker


Much of academia, still focuses on this idea that the best way to know the Universe is to sit and contemplate it. This idea harkens back to ancient Greece but came full form during the medieval period of christian interpretation of the Greeks. For in ancient times a philosopher was as much counsel, a teacher, mentor etc as he was someone that conceived of thought. Only after philosophy came full to be an institution and one subservient to metaphysical and cultural tropes as a secondary form of discourse did it become quite so absurd. 


For in secular fashion philosophy is a secular ecclesiastic body that revere the western canon, a hall of dead ideas. 


For all these reasons and perhaps more Philosophy ceases to be a way of life. The very antithesis of what Satanism is and what a Satanist is.


It leads me then to state these three simple conclusions. 


1. Satanism as general might be best understood and unpacked as a concept by describing it as the frame, rather than the picture itself. Keven. I. Slaughter does a great job here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PpI_TvJXc84. 


2. Although philosophy wholesale might be bankrupt a few thinkers are worthy of note, probably Nietzsche, Heidegger & Machiavelli have the most worth. As a principle activity self examination, critical thinking, skepticism and questioning are always sound for ones mind. 


As opposed to a philosopher or philosophy but a Thinker much in the way Heidegger lays out... Although probably in more cases than not a less poetic orientation of it. 


3. There exists a religious aspect of Satanism, even if it is only as far as adopting a mythic symbol, representation, summation or emphasis of oneself, worldview, individuality and way of life as the Adversary,  or Satan incarnate. 


thedeadidea Jun 14 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
Troll Member
As a Satanist, every context which i enter into i watch for demonizing. It is part of what i have identified as a principle of my Satanism that i support the underdog, engage what i consider to be a discipline of martyrdom which emphasizes the identification by abused, dualistic slanders, legitimating them through direct contrary, benefic action in association to their name. To me this is the spirit that runs through all the cults prior to and posterior to the Satanic in the Left Hand Path as it has developed during the course of the last century above ground and by name.

The internet is, where i have ventured, a topic-identified terrain. Every one of these allowed for the possibility of identifying a new "Evil", a new "Wrong", and a new dualistic condemnation into which i might fit myself. The first primary choice on my part was within my occult order. I had read many of the works of the occult author Aleister Crowley and noted with distaste that he had engaged a dualistic rant against those whom he termed 'Black Brothers', the 'Fratribus Nigris' as i reflected on it. I notice additionally that my kin within that order (the O.T.O.) were applying this to those whom they saw as rivals, of 'doing things the Wrong way', and generally whom they condemned. I realized at that time that my name within that order would need to be 'Black Brother', and out of sympathy for the condemned (and a touch of bad Latin) i aspired to attain to the exalted aims of the Thelemite while i chose as my initiated name 'nigris', later discovering its numerological value of 333, a resonance with the Demon of the Abyss, Choronzon, and many other things.

One of the defining characteristics of this Abysmal Demon (333) is a multifaceted identity or polyfaciae, at times associated to dispersal and psychosis. Whereas my aims were always the same and subsequent self-identifiers in qabalistic (hara), Muslim (Haramullah), Wiccan (Lorax666 of the Evul Wikkhunz), and Satanist (boboroshi, nocTifer) contexts have to me and those i know resolved to a single coherent center, consistently i have been opposed by those who took surface for content, label and packaging for what and who i am, and those who want to use labels and names to castigate and berate others in juvenile ways.

My conversion to Satanism (i wasn't born into any religion) primarily oriented in opposition to what i regarded as a lux-o-philic and anti-darkness bias exercised by Hermetic and Neo-Gnostic occultists interested in escalating Lucifer to a high status, while casting the rest into ignorance, such that even this alternative name for Venus remained forgotten. I forged my pact with Satanas Paternas, wrote my scripture, and summoned demons all under the name 'nocTifer' or 'bringer of darkness'. My time as part of the Church of Euthanasia, a fanciful escalation of Satanism as i understood it, detracted little from this, and when that ecclesia dissolved around me i was content to resume that darkness-oriented identity.

As i began to understand the media developments within Satanism, watching several 'shells' of technical venues left abandoned by users (including at first alt.satanism in a flight to protection, then in several series of moderated venues with new technological presentations, such as yahoogroups, googlegroups, and then waves of web-boards), and the replication of media form through time emphasized by availability of broadcast (text, sound, video), it became obvious to me that my prediction from the 1990s that the internet would compete with, and then completely replace, television (which i generally dislike) would come to pass, and that semi-interactive novelties such as BlogTalkRadio.com and YouTube.com (YT) were the sonic and videographic landscapes, respectively, into which a good part of intelligent discourse was headed after having fled from IRC and usenet long ago.

I trailed Satanism through boards, and was intrigued to find it making innovative appearance in YT. Due to my disciplines and observations of social repercussions, i avoided YT as i had avoided photographs and film for more than 2 decades. When i met Beast Xeno in IRC (one of these former 'wild zones' for chat: a moderated subset of it) he exposed me in greater depth to something i'd already known about from Venger Satanis: the Cult of Cthulhu. Though it related to the mystical works of Gurdjieff, the outstanding horror of Lovecraft, and somehow tried to twist itself around a form of Satanism ostensibly distended out of LaVey, i had heretofore avoided it on account of the corrosive methods taken by Crazy Wisdom teachers like Gurdjieff and Rajneesh. That Beast liked it was intriguing, and i found his friendship inspiring enough to seek out his writings interior to that private web board (another reason i'd avoided it - its privacy). I would go on to assist their efforts somewhat in the Cult, interact with a number of its other members, and become recognized as a Keeper of the Green Flame therein.

That was odd enough and fun, but something that i hadn't expected was his radio show with Venger Satanis, called 'The Ooze'. It was new technology to me, even though my guru had a student who was a professional radio producer and DJ, they'd been doing a show together for years, and i would later replace him operating the sound board for more recent versions of that show unto this day. Encountering The Ooze was intriguing, and gave me incentive to follow Beast into another project he indicated to me he had a strong part in producing: the Satanic International Network (S.I.N.). It was just beginning, and as i explored it and the people involved with it (finding out as much as i could about Zach Black, for example, in order to integrate him, along with Beast and Venger, into the references on well-known Satanists i have maintained), i began to realize how 'out' its participants were in YouTube (YT). That there was some emphasis on cameras in the Tinychat there, and presentation of footage of this once or twice to YT by Zach was noted by me in my estimation of its character.

At some point i undertook to explore Tinychat.com, and noticed that the intense reaction i had received in regards my appearance was enhanced and doubly-strong amongst the conservatives who frequented it ("Osama! Are you going to bomb us?!"). I understood fairly quickly that this was a reproduction of usenet and IRC but in videographic media, and that YT was a fair but private replication of usenet. At that point the sequential development of media became clear to me, and shortly thereafter i had a vision of engaging YT while preserving my vow of humility (with some suggestions from my guru): I could wrap my face and take on a proper pseudonym. My brief exposures to YT through association with my good friend Venus Satanas made it clear to me what the "Wrong", "Evil" and condemned class of individuals within it were called: trolls. This became so obvious that the term was now abused so as to refer to anyone whose position or expression one did not like.

I knew that, like in every other venue (topical), i needed to self-identify properly so as to pursue my practice of Satanism as i understood it. In the Satanic and YT contexts i pinpointed my nickname therein: Troll Towelhead. The surname was amusing and yet proper in that i had been given a Turkish turban to wear and a religious office to occupy and maintain (Grand Mufti of Satanism) by my guru, and these were perfect for my purposes in opposing an obvious anti-Muslim supplement to the anti-satanism of the 1990s. I saw this carry also into the Satanic subculture, striking alongside a willingness to accept fascism and bigotted stupidity of many sorts, ostensibly in the name of 'embracing evil' or 'self-development'.

The first name, however, was so thrilling, so exciting to me on account of its multi-valence, that i could barely contain myself. What a discovery! This wasn't just applicable to YT, but to every internet venue! The future of internet Satanism as i knew it! Its character in relation to how intellectuals who dispute against and reveal uncomfortable features in faulty logic or philosophic discourse were slandered with the name was precisely what i'd observed as regards the term 'sophist' amongst some philosophers. Popular cynical Satanists repeatedly mentioned the term and its use for castigation was precisely what i seek out in topical contexts as facile and chilling.

The secondary dimension to the first name 'Troll' was in part what thrilled me the most, since i have for many years studied magic, and have more and more strongly began to focus on folk magic and its materia magica (something my guru loves in relation to African American culture and encourages the world over).

A fellow student of my guru who apprenticed with her here for weeks is also a fan of The Devil (particularly Der Teufyll, the Woods God/god(s)). While he was here we had long talks about demonology and its intersection with wild nature, trying to come to some kind of understanding of the God Satan and its relation to magic and my scripture. We discussed my scripture and my general method, and he began a newfound interest in the folk magic of his own Swedish homeland. He went back to Sweden and after numerous social adventures and turns of fate dug deeply to discover the details of the folk magic of his homeland. Our projects and studies have been intertwined ever since, and he discovered that the word for folk magic (/witchcraft) in Swedish lore is "trolldom", and that trolls are another name for magic user!! The whole folkloric beast-complex in part centers on the fact that these are elder wild folks who know something of magic. For a person to call themselves a troll is to effectively proclaim their occultism. This is a correlate to 'witch' in multiplex fashion.

Doing a search online (primarily on YT) i reminded myself that the original usage for the term 'troll' and 'trolling' relate to VERBS not nouns, and that it pertains to fishing: casting out baiting expressions and seeking indisciplined responses with the hopes of manipulating and hoaxing (landing) a 'Big One'. Everything after this has been a castigation (at times quite amusing!) of monsters on the order of vampires or werewolves or demons (see my "Manifesto Satanika" for more on the development of these in modern religious history, from witches to satanists, then on to vampires, werewolves and demons, epitomizing in what i predicted in the form of Lovecraftian monsters and the Cult).

When i decided to take the name Troll for YT i wondered what i might want to do about the S.I.N., especially since its owner and several of those who were part of it were also heavily involved in YT, and there was such an emphasis on visuals within the tinychat people had remarked about being popular therein. I decided that its emphasis was such, and the style of interaction (contenteous, focussed on by some as 'crushing haters' and 'exterminating bullshit') was such, that this YT pseudonym was far better than 'nocTifer' (which a number now began to misidentify as 'noctifier', probably due to the small font on the site). I knew that this would be controversial, but given the trust i had in Beast in particular, and in Zach, i choose S.I.N. (1.0) to become the origin and proving grounds to make that change for my Satanism, and to make it permanently. It was the best decision i ever made.

This was not without forethought, and not without a long history of socially-transformative engagements i sought out in pursuit of martyrdom as i have understood it (not death seeking, but virtuous witness of truth from a position of condemnation to tyrannical power). I decided to try it out regardless of the consequences, and begin to enter into chat and the forums as i was moved by compassion, defending love and comradery, society and bonding friendships.

I saw the attention being paid to cynical and biting Satanists who spoke in gaming terms of 'pwning', and who made frequent mention of trolls. I tried to reflect a pure and perfect complement to it, emphasizing another pole in what i think of as a neo-tantric apex, and proceeded to argue in favour of tolerance, criticizing manipulators and bullies (even real trollers!).

Generally i made little effort to conceal my identity, though i occasionally distracted away from my person, location, or background with fiction. I wanted, instead, the focus to be the topics of our conversations, and i said little also about my witnessing interests, the background of trolls i'd discovered, or the Great Martyrdom Cult of which i think we are all part, and whose little eddy in a Satanic sandbox i was part of creating.

At first i was accused by one or more of its moderators of nefarious and false motivations, behaviours, as i had expected might occur, and this brought with it the deletion of my account more than once in S.I.N. (1.0). Yet my allies running the board quickly understood my heart and motivations, the style and substance of my Satanism, and how i was bringing it even to the very heart of Satanism, and eventually reinstated me, more than once.

Since then i've gone on to make a very good name for myself, my title, for Demonic Satanism in the commentary and publishing of The Gospel of Satan and continued service to Satanists and Satan, extending en toto some 17 years and developing into a personal relationship with the Devil himself.

I'm very happy to have returned to S.I.N. (2.0), resumed my Troll account here, and look forward to establishing new friendships as well as to rekindle old ones in a fresh, and more friendly, environment.

Assalam alaykum and BLVD!,

Troll the Unvanquished
https://www.facebook.com/DevilPact
https://www.facebook.com/Tr0llT0welhead
https://www.gospelofsatan.com
https://www.satanservice.org/wiki/Troll_Towelhead
Shawn

MAD SCIENCE 101


Or, some things I consider the core skills and knowledge of that thing I sometimes refer to as 'mad science'.


REVERSE ENGINEERING


Reverse Engineering is a way of learning from experience. It's an application of the core scientific method to whatever thing you want to reverse engineer.


This isn't as amazing as it sounds. Just about everything scientists do under the name of "research" is an act of reverse engineering and anyone who learns primarily by "trial and error" uses the scientific method by virtue of their experimental approach ( contrasted by the method of repeatedly banging one's head against a wall ).


So, what I'm really talking about when I talk about reverse engineering is something that people tend to do anyway. The difference is that most people don't apply the skill to itself -- in other words, reverse engineer reverse engineering.


Why do that in the first place? Well, I'm glad that I imagined that you asked.  And the answer is -- the same reason anyone would want to reverse engineer anything -- to figure out how it works and improve or learn how to use or do it better. For me, it's all about getting better at what I do, and I see just about everything from either a reverse engineering / system hacking viewpoint. ( This is my blessing and curse,  folks. Like Crowley said the reason you learn about Magick is because you can't help but do it anyway, so the only real choice you have is to be a good at it, or bad at it. So, well... )


A related skill is monkey-wrenching, which is reverse engineering something by breaking it in ever more creative ways. ( And I do love the monkey-wrenching, as the only rules that matter...)


SYSTEMS AND SYSTEMS HACKING


A system is anything which is composed of different parts where those parts interact with each other in a way that each part of the system has an effect on the entire system. It requires a kind of thinking where you are looking through a microscope through one eye and the thing itself as a whole with the other.


For example, the flaps on the wing of an airplane cause the entire airplane to turn, and if the landing gear of an airplane were to fall off in flight, the entire plan would crash.


Hacking is simply getting a system to do something it doesn't normally do, and possibly hasn't ever done, but something it's capable of doing according to it's structure.


If someone were to hijack something on a plane which made an electric spark, say the wires of the bathroom light, and somehow fed it into the plane's fuel tank -- then it would be a reasonable assumption that the plane would explode when someone turned on the bathroom light. This isn't something planes are generally designed to do and it's something they typically don't do but it's something that it's capable of doing 'according to it's structure.'


CYBERNETICS


Cybernetics is the science of steersmanship, in other words, the science of controlling systems, and the foundation of whatever process which allows a system to do something on it's own. ( It's also the difference between a mere machine and a system, at least in my opinion. Though you'll often hear me refer to such things as rocks as systems. I'll explain later. :) ) 


The autopilot of an airplane is essentially cybernetic. It needs to know where it's going and keep it on course as the wind blows the airplane off course. If the airplane gets blown to the right, the autopilot turns the airplane back to the left -- not to degree it was blown right, but to the degree it's off course.


So, you could say that anything cybernetic is also intelligent to some degree, at least while performing the function it was designed for. The thermostat of a house is cybernetic -- it's good at keeping the house at a constant temperature but terrible at math.


The essential function of a cybernetic system is regulation, and this is where Mad Science becomes Mad Philosophy and more importantly, Mad Psychology -- as self-regulating creatures, we humans are a cybernetic system.


Additional Note: The legitimate reason I can call a rock is a system is because when you pick one up it becomes involved in your 'systemness' and you become it's cybernetic element. Systems are plastic like that: two people talking form one system.  The real reason I call things like rocks a system is because I'm lazy.


Zach Black Owner

I wish this life on no one.But, until you have lived this life it is hard to understand. When you are surrounded by hopeless and misery you will realize what is important. Only when you have lost everything can you appreciate the small pleasures in life. When your only hope and light is yourself and the one you love, you will know strength. And despair.




Zach Black Aug 25 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: zach black, satanic international netwrok
Zach Black Owner
The content on the network is slipping. As it always has from time to time. Just asking everyone to step up. Mainly enough with the one word or one sentence posts. If you got nothing to say then don't. Blogs should be blogs. Not a video. When have a video section for that. Mainly I want people who check out the network to want to stay. Do not make this place your playground or look stupid.

I do not have the time to clean this place up alone. And, unless you want it to get overly moderated we need to improve the quality of content being posted. SIN has been for the most part run by its users. I would like to keep it that way. As the site grows it becomes more difficult to clean up. I could use everyone help.

I am not trying to deter people from posting. Just asking to improve the quality and content of your post. I am seeing stuff that are not really comments or posts. More like someone is bored and has nothing to say. If you got nothing to say do not post or comment. A smiley face does not count.

Thanks




Zach Black Sep 6 '15 · Comments: 3 · Tags: satanic international network
Shawn

I found this old survey on my hard drive and it was something like 80% finished. I finished it, and here it is. Spoiler: It's a complete waste of time. 


1. What do you think your life is about?

Eight years too long.


But seriously, it's about me. ;)  What else could my life be about?


I love the phrasing of that question , BTW. "What do I think " intead of "What is"


What drives you in life?

A pirate walks into a bar with a steering wheel in his fly. The bartender asks why it is there, to which the pirate replies "Yar, I do not know myself, but it's been driving me nuts"


Something like that.


This can be something like a goal or a purpose, or anything else that comes to mind.

I want to leave behind an entertaining chalk outline or a bloodstain on the highway that looks like something. I want the people who see it to turn their heads sideways like confused cats and ask each other "Do you see what I see?" It's impossible to plan these sort of things and I'll never know so Meh.


And that's something like a goal or purpose.


2. What were you like as a kid?

Feral. But more kid-like.


3. Describe your relationship with your parents.

Parents?


Does anything stand out about the way you interacted?

The word 'interact' meaningless when it comes to my parents. Don't let 'em fool ya, though. Public appearances do matter to them.


4. What values are important to you?

* self-awareness

* understanding

* intensity

* tacos


What do you hope to avoid doing or being?

Anything in the least resembling Optimus Prime and/or especially Rodimus Prime. An RV? Really?


5. Aside from phobias, are there any fears that characterized your childhood? Have they continued into the present day, or not, and if not, how have you dealt with them?No. No. They were first against the wall when the revolution came.


6. a) How do you see yourself?

With a mirror. ;) Sometimes still water on a pond or something shiny, metallic, or glass. Or I can look downwards and there I am --headless.  

b.) How do you want others to see you?

Heh, using a mirror as well. That'd be swell.

c.) What do you dislike the most in other people?

Bile.


7. Which habit do you most automatically act on? Rank the following habits from most to least automatic, on a scale of 1 (most) to 3 (least).

a.) Work for personal gain with more concern for self than for others.   Rank: Of course.

b.) Strive for a sense of tranquility in yourself and the world around you   Rank: Floyd

c.) Decide what is right for the betterment of something or someone else.  Rank: Retired.


8. Where does the wandering mind take you?

Bitch keeps trying to take me to Didneyland.
What provokes this? Heh. Fuck you.


9.What makes you feel your best?

This state called flow, which I often refer to as ghenja.
What makes you feel your worst?

I don't feel my worst. Actually, I don't think I have one. 


10. Let's talk about emotions. Explain what might make you feel the following, how they feel to you or how you react to the emotion:
a.) anger - I'm in strawberry fields, bitch. Forever.

b.) shame - Pffft.

c.) anxiety - Nothing.


11. Describe how you respond to the following:

a.) stress - Irrelevant to an autotelic.
b.) negative unexpected change - Wheee! Shit to fan.
c.) conflict - ;)


12. a.) What kind of role are you naturally inclined to take in a group? Why?

Wait, you have to take a role in a group? Really? I usually kinda just walk in and say "hi", y'know?
b.) If put in power, how do you behave? Why?

I behave, uh, powerfully, I suppose.
c.) Do you tend to struggle with others who have authority over you? Why?

Not much. That would be an internal struggle.


13. What do you see or notice in others that most people don't?

Uh... do you think I have x-ray vision?


14. Comment on your relationship with trust. 

Trust is a word. 


15. Briefly: What religious and/or political beliefs do you have? Do you think they influenced your responses in this questionnaire?

Ima nihilist. I don't believe so. (rimshot)


Optional Question (due to personal nature): Discuss an event that has impacted your life significantly; more importantly, how you responded to it.

I was born. I was all like "WAAAAAAAAAAAA!" 


Extra Questions: 

Which of the following temptations do you find yourself acting upon the most? (And briefly state why)
- To constantly push yourself to be the best

That's like masterbation, besides, being the best happens occasionally without trying anyway ;)
- To be without needs, well-intentioned

Again, autotelic.
- To replace direct experience with concepts

Autotelic!
- To have an extreme sense of personal moral obligation

Pffft. Rational self-interest.
- To think that fulfillment is somewhere else

On the motherfreekin moon, I suppose?
- To cyclically become indecisive and seek others for reassurance

I'd rather have my hands cut off than reach out.

- To overuse imagination in searching for yourself

::POOF!:: I'm Mikey Mouse! No, wait, here I am. Fuck, I'm still Mickey Mouse!
- To avoid conflicts and asserting yourself

Do what now?
- To consider yourself entirely self-sufficient

I can consider myself anything. I consider myself a frog. Who wrote this survey?
What's something you are: a.) thankful you have b.) wish you could have? Why?

a.) My left nut.

b.) An extra left nut.

Why?) Because then I'd have three nutz.

Shawn Oct 11 '15 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3 · Tags: survey, hartnell, waste of time
Zach Black Owner


This is to funny. Normally I would just chuckle but for your amusement I will share.

So, this user ' Charles ' left this message and then deleted his account. I guess  he wants to meet behind the school yard after school and fight. Talk about some serious butthurt. But, if that is not funny enough it is what he is butthurt about. And his reaction to it.

I had to get on him about posting broken links in the shout box and posting cut and past links as a blog. He commented that I was being excessive about giving him two strikes over it. My reply was ' I never said anything about strikes, but your batting average sucks ' .

So I get this message from him. And then he deletes his account. First off the invitation still stands? I did not get a first invitation? And then you delete your account? Why to hide your butthurtery ? I have no idea who you are, what you look like or where you live. Yeah man, let me book a ticket to parts unknown, to fight some dude I have no clue what he even looks like, for a invitation I never got over giving you strikes I never gave.

Okay, I need a secretary for this type of stupidity. Will someone please take the internet away from mentally ill people. Or, at least just limit them to playing candy crush or some shit.

This reminds me of the time a user named MindFux pawned and butthurt Jason King so bad that Jason asked MindFux to buy him a ticked so he could go kick his ass..... ZING!    Oops, sorry that was very immature of me.


satansgurl

hey all,

 

I'm just looking to make cyber friends and chat.  I know a few theistic Satanists real life and more on the net.  I actually live in Australia but grew up in Cambridge and east London and get to go back to those places every year or so.

 

Hail Satan

satansgurl Sep 12 '15 · Comments: 3
John Ellysmere

The system of Infernal Black Magick put forth within The Ebon Book Of Satan is of a raw, primal and Unholy nature ~ it merges the power of Demonic Conjuration with the Inversion of Abrahamic Religion, the darkest practices of Infernal Alchemy with what can best be described as Satantric Sex Magick, the powerful Rites of the creation of Magickal Beings with Destruction Magick to bring catastrophe to the Religions of the Light and their pale Servants. 

In short the Black Arts of The Ebon Book Of Satan are not for the weak willed, moralistic, individual ridden with guilt and doubt nor the person not willing to surpass recognized boundaries to attain the true of Satan’s Dark Mysteries. 

One point I shall make here and now is that some of the practices within this Grimoire do make use of the inversion of Christian/Catholic symbolism and blasphemy ~ some may well have stopped reading for those with a more open mind who have not let me explain why! 

Whether you believe in the God of Orthodox Religion or that these Religions have any truth to their foundations and history is of not matter, the point is that over centuries copious amounts of energy have been poured into such symbols/archetypes as the Crucifix, the Virgin Mary, the Eucharist etc … energy forged from total belief, ultimate faith and endless indoctrination, therefore the energy attached to such symbols and archetypes is very real. 

Anyone who has witnessed a Catholic Mass will have felt the power raised within it, you do not have to share the religious beliefs or even accept their validity for that … the Catholic Mass when attended generates a power which will be instantly recognizable to the Practitioner of Ritual Magick and this is because both are founded on belief and contact with supernatural forces beyond our immediate comprehension. 

When the Satanist or Devil Worshipper reverses the Cross of Christ or desecrates the wafer of the Eucharist representing the body of Christ they are not instigating knee jerk reactions against Christianity, they are tapping into intense channeled power which has been fed for centuries and reversing it to empower their own Workings. 

I have for a long time employed such practices and I say without doubt or hesitation that this form of practice works ~ it is founded on the same beliefs which prompt Image Magick or Sympathetic Magick where physical representations of people, symbols, animals or emotions are tapped into using the physical item as a conduit to direct the stored energy associated with it. 

For the Atheistic Satanist or Christian hater who cannot get passed their narrow minded viewpoint to assess, digest and harness this type of Magickal power I have no words other than their loss and that with such a narrow view their Occult aspirations shall diminish quickly. 

The main focus of the Workings of The Ebon Book Of Satan is the union and Communion with Demonic Beings … all practices within the Grimoire whether they are intended to aid the Practitioner in realizing personal goals or directed to aiding the Work of Our Lord Satan all carry the purpose of drawing the Initiate deeper and deeper into the realms of Hell which lie outside of the physical world and also within the depths of the subconscious mind as yet not explored fully or understood. 

Satan is the Subconscious mind of the Creative Abyss from which primal and carnal forces gestate and in turn the subconscious of all humans are a microcosmic reflection of that Abyss. 

Theistic Satanists and Diabolists who play host to a true Dark Soul (I use this term to describe a Soul/Spirit gestated by Satan rather than God) have a close connection to this unexplored region of the human subconscious and an instinctive - if sometimes dormant - understanding of it which enables them to delve deep into their own dark nature, the darkness of elemental nature and the Spiritual realms of Hell with ease. 

The reason why humans housing a Light Soul (a Soul/Spirit created by God) - in particular those indoctrinated by the teachings of conformist social structures and Orthodox Religion - often malfunction when coming into contact with their darker elements, the shadow side of their brain, the subconscious is that their Souls nor their conscious minds are not able to accept these elements of the self or the outer spheres that exist outside of them. 

They try to isolate them, alienate and quantify them as evil until this natural element of their own psyche becomes their own inner Demon, the dark feared side of the self which the brilliant Psychologist C G Jung called “The Shadow!” The core importance of Black Magick and the path of Satanism is to connect with that inner realm within our subconscious, that internal Hell where the truth of our Dark Soul is mirrored in that Shadow which is our Higher Dark Spirit self guiding us through the Gateway to Hell in our own mind and on into the external Hell of Our Lord Satan. 

Such connections and journeys tear the human housing the Light Soul apart resulting in split personality problems or their realized dark desires manifesting in murder, rape and other such deviation, this is often the core of the foul acts of sexual perversion carried out by those Priests of Orthodox Religion who have castrated the darkened side of their mind allowing it to fester and grow apart from themselves and manifest as something which they cannot accept, integrate or control. 

Through the practices of The Ebon Book Of Satan the Initiate shall undertake a journey that brings them union and a full merging with the Demonic both within and without themselves and through this the Satanic Practitioner shall grow in the mastery of their Arts as they come to embrace the Dark Soul within themselves and the Demons who are as Kindred to it!


johnellysmere©copyright2017 

Dragomir Satanis

I come before you Satan in awe and sheer delight

I summon the Demonic energies to enter this  world tonight

Let us be true to you Father in all we say and do

Each breath each thought each word a testament to You

Use my hatred of those that oppose You to fuel my desire and lust

For I will serve You always Father as I know I must

Dragomir Satanis Aug 17 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 3
TheDarkProphet
Anyone want to help me plant a fucking tree it’s good for the environment and solve this issue
TheDarkProphet Nov 30 '17 · Comments: 3
CorsettedTrouble97
I need an audio book of Anton LaVey reading "The Satanic Bible". It motivates me, reminds me I am strong. His voice is strong and smooth.
CorsettedTrouble97 Nov 13 '18 · Comments: 2
ecole666
I have noticed there is greater variety in Satanism than those outside, and some on the inside, are hardly aware of. Many are what may be called"Laveyan" because they are COS or are of the sane belief as he. To me he was basically an atheist,and did not believe in a real being called Satan,or other things supernatural. Then there are those who do believe in an actual being called Satan and actually worship and serve him. This later type is more my personal outlook. I think many call it "theistic" Satanism. 

However, many of these theistic Satanists,like myself,do not anthropomorphize Him nor do we think he is a being who is all red with horns,a pointy tail and pitchfork! He is a powerful spiritual being,the one true God who was made into a devil in judeo- Christian mythology! And that is all their concept of him(and everything else for that matter)is--pure myth!

ecole666 Nov 14 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satan satanism type myth
BubblesMd
What is a satanic romance? Is it different from other relationships?
BubblesMd Nov 1 '18 · Comments: 2
Masaji
Hello, I am curious what religious groups members
here were in before they became Satanists. Please
reply to this message (^^)
Masaji Oct 12 '18 · Comments: 2
EpicFail TITS
Why do cats purr? 


Most of us assume that cats purr because they are content.  It seems like a logical explanation, after all we hear them purr when their mothers nurse them or when they are being social with humans.


But on closer observation, domestic cats(purring is not completely unique to domestic cats. There are a few other members of the Felidae species that purr.)  seem to purr in stressful situations like going to the vet or when they are in pain. Some research suggests that purring can be a healing mechanism.

what makes the "purr" more distinctive than other cat sounds, such as the meow, is that is produced with the entire respiratory cycle.(Inhaling and exhaling.) The meow is limited to the expiration of breath. 

It seems likely that the purr comes from the laryngeal muscles and probably involuntary. 


EpicFail Sep 29 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: random, mystery, cats, domestic cats, purr
Paimons_Son1211
To all my skyrim players, I seriously just realized how demonic skyrim really is. Lol am I the only on who notices certain things about that game. Guys let me know if I'm tripping or if I'm actually right.


Hail Satan

Paimons_Son1211 Nov 30 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: skyrim
Zach Black Owner
Here are some of the  various versions of modified sigils I have been working on for the Goetia Demon Shirt collection for  Satanic Fashion. All 72 sigils will be going up on shirts . All 72 will be the style as they are a complete set. I  will make the  others available of course as  I  assume no one here needs  all 72 shirts in their closet.  


Kind of a strange blog but google indexes in searches very well the blogs. So,here are the various styles of sigils I  have made. Would  like  to  here which are your favorites.


Fire Sigils  - 


Most likely the collection I will go with .. or maybe the one that follows this .




Neon Sigils



Blood sigils




Drafts








StrangeEden
Since I was a young teenager I liked the idea of playing with religious philosophy and (science) fiction. I was (am) the weird kid who thinks cults are neat and maybe I might like to consider the idea of "shakin' it up" a little bit by adding my own twist to the world of worship. Anyway yeah... I think about weird shit too often, and now I'm gonna share some of it with you.
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One of the weird things is the David Bowie Oracle. I don't really take part in the practice as often as I used to (because I rarely need to care about how my day goes) but I used to start every day by collecting up all of the David Bowie music in my possession, putting it on whatever player device I had that could shuffle and letting the first three songs I heard dictate my day. I picked it up in my early 20's when you could have three disk changer boomboxes... my first three CDs were ziggy Star dust, the labyrinth soundtrack, and  hunky dory. Those were strange, dark times.
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Road Bananas.....
I have been taking photographs of random discarded bananas on roads and side walks for the better part of 20 years. I don't really know why I do it but it's something that I have done since I got my first digital camera. Any time I see one I stop what I am doing and take a photo. It's become an omen of chaotic adventure with a side of slapstick. It does not matter what shape the banana is in, black empty husk on the sidewalk, or unviolated and forgotten in a parking lot, I stop what I am doing, admire it's absurdity, and document the blessed event with a photograph.
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Dead Birds and misadventure...
During highschool I often walked 2 to 3 miles at a time in order to meet up with friends with easier going house holds for the having of adventure and doing of havoc. During these walks (in the warmer months) I would count the number of dead birds I passed along the way (because I was a morbid child). Over time I came to believe my own idea that the amount of dead birds was an omen of the level of adventure and my ability not to get caught doing it. The more dead birds, the more likely I won't get caught doing whatever it is I knew I probably shouldn't be doing. If I saw zero or only one or two I would know to dial it back a little bit and probably not try to hitch hike to the mall.  The superstition grew in complexity that took type of bird and condition of corpse into account. When I started driving I added the idea that killing a bird was a terrible sign and if it was a crow you were completely fuckin' boned. I did mention that I was a weird little fucker right?
StrangeEden Jun 29 · Comments: 2
T.Volt
Fuckin' what the fuck.

So I can't put this into words, the post I link to, I quoted and copied here. I made bold the parts that are most important to me.


Not to be taken lightly. Fact is, this drug, Salvia divinorum, is highly potent and no warning, like, nothing that says you should probably avoid your things and belongings and high up places where you could fall off, break your shit etc., and if anyone wants to kick your ass, they totally can because you will not be in reality anymore kids.

Or like, someone can take Rob Zombie's "The Devil's Rejects", put a fake little happy clown cartoon on the front and call it "Captain Spaulding's Funhouse" or some shit, put it in with the Disney movies, and any kid could nab it up and watch it. About as close to an equivalent as it gets to what they warn you when selling this shit in the smoke shops. Just sayin'.


 Taken from a Reddit post


"Salvia is an extremely powerful hallucinogen and much of it's effects are very difficult to put into words. To no one's fault, many trip reports are just all over the place, hard to follow or understand. Many of salvia's more minor effects are never fully explained or put into words. I'll attempt to explain this fascinating drug with the most realistic idea of what somebody might expect when taking the journey. Everybody is different and may experience different things. What i'm describing in this post are core effects that many people experience similarly. I've experienced well over 100+ trips on salvia from the lowest of doses, to the highest. All via smoking. I have no experience with alternative ROAs.

Keep in mind: When dealing with salvia extracts, the smallest change in the size of a hit, can make the absolute biggest difference. Salvinorin A is active in micrograms and just an extra wisp of smoke could sometimes mean the difference between a threshold experience and a high intensity trip.


THRESHOLD

  • Sensation of a small drop in temperature

  • Peculiar skin sensation described as "static electricity", "sandpaper", "pins and needles", "disintegration", and a sensitivity as if one's clothes are abrasive and uncomfortable

  • Sudden change in atmosphere, as if the world or oneself has "paused", "buffered", or become quieter

  • Heavy sensation of some kind of gravity in one's body, heavy limbs, downward pulling force, or sweeping rotational pull

  • Loose or slippery feeling to one's body and joints. Lethargic body high that may make the muscles feel weak, heavy or very loose

  • Spontaneous confusion and slurred speech

  • Spacing out, staring off into space, look of stupor

  • Daydream like thoughts that seem to be superimposed over reality like as if one is having visual hallucinations in their mind, with their eyes open.

  • Change in color and clarity that appears vivid, but lacking in hue and shadow. A solid appearance to everything's color


MILD

  • 2D, flat, or cartoon like appearance to everything, colors become simple as if every shape is filled in with one solid color like clip art from windows 98.

  • Gravity sensation intensifies and becomes very strong, and powerfully spinning, rotating, wheel-like

  • Confusing lapses in timeline of events, like all the cut scenes have been rearranged, spliced, repeated, looped, and distorted

  • Sensation of feeling very stuck as if repeating a series of thoughts or events

  • Choppy splices of the world being lifted or ripped away from one's eyes that may correlate to the rotation of the gravity effect. Like a deck of cards thats spread out, or the pages of a book being flipped.

  • Audio hallucinations that may come in the form of white noise, waves, laughing, music boxes, random movies, TV shows, characters, people's voices, circus music, etc. that all carousels around one's head, and as if trying to reach a loud crescendo that's never reached

  • Dissociation becomes more intense and begins to completely detach one from all reality. Forgetting what is happening or that one is even on a drug, where they are, or how long they have been feeling the effects for

  • Anxiety and panic, unsettling feelings of having made a mistake, being trapped, helpless, stuck forever



MODERATE

  • Bizarre dream-like hallucinations that are completely unlike the visuals of any other hallucinogen. Random objects that seem like bottles, accordions, toys, clothes, etc. vividly appearing and morphing and as if one is becoming these objects or some mechanistic process that involves the objects.

  • The hallucinations move through space in a manner that cannot be explained by the geometry that we know and one may feel swept up along with it all like a tornado.

  • Shift in familiarity that may feel very familiar, nostalgic, dejavu like, OR extreme unfamiliarity, alieness. May also feel like both of these effects simultaneously occur.

  • Gravity sensation has become so intense that one's body is now travelling, moving, or being pulled into a different location or away from earth/reality

  • Themes of rotating wheels, conveyor belts, infinite loops, books, fluttering pages, rapid cycling and layers that are incorporated into the hallucinations that one sees



STRONG

  • Rapid breakdown of reality that may feel like one is being astral projected or ripped away from everything at high speed. This may be disorienting.

  • Feeling of terror and complete panic. Often this feeling paralyzes you in a hopeless commitment for what lies ahead.

  • Total ego-death

  • A shaking vibration just moments before the onset of effects

  • Becoming completely detached from all reality as the hallucinations don't just takeover the field of view, they become everything and replace the world with 100% new, alien landscapes

  • Entities and presence of some character that may seem taunting, aggressive, and otherwise malevolent.

  • Being thrown into strange scenarios and processes like becoming an inanimate object for what seems like eternity or existing as the groove in the rubber of a conveyor belt

  • Feeling as if one has to move through many layers of events to get back to reality in processes involving suffering, fear, learning, and respect.

  • As salvia wears off, some people may feel as if they just snapped out of a dream, but with lingering sensations that feel stuck to you, and as if you got to wipe or brush it off of you ASAP because you're just thankful that you made it back to reality.

INTENSE

  • Strong black out memory. At this dose you may awaken to find yourself in a different location then you remember or surrounded by concerned friends. Many people report zero recollection of the effects at doses these strong but other people will see the user acting strange and unresponsive.

  • These doses are dangerous to do alone as you could easily hurt yourself"


Yeah, hurt happens, but I'll live, thank you very much. I don't know if I'd advise this shit, but if you want something a little less "touchy feely lovey dovey", and want to take a trip to the wild mind fuck part of you that tells your regular part of you to go fuck itself in ways you can't imagine right now, and then come to suddenly like you just ran physically out of a fucking nightmare in your own mind back into the real world, still dizzy and stumbling over sweating like a squealing terrified pig, then yeah. This shit about does it. Feelin' a little like Neo, for about 19 min.

T.Volt Jul 20 · Comments: 2
Brother Shamus
This is for deleting the cake thread and by extension my comment. 

I like to incorporate as many superstitious beliefs as possible in my magic. World over, there is too much rigidity with ritual for too much variance. Thus; it must be a mental process of your mind. 

Consider it like The Matrix. He had to know he could fly before he could fly. It takes a certain surety in your "supernautical" abilities to work properly.  You gotta just know you can fly. 


Spoons are made to be bent.

The term Supernautical means "above the tides". This means "above natural cycles in nature". You as god.  

Consider all lives have ups and downs, being supernautical is like being a hurricane, typhoon, or cyclone. You increase the amplitude of their waves until their life fucking crashes against a rock.  You become the other guy that controls the sea and stir up their ocean... with the magical belief you can. 

Anyway, enough lead in.

For a "Destruction ritual" I use the following items.

2 teaspoons snakeroot
1/4 cup of Pecans
1 Heirloom Egg
1 Candle of Elegba (OG Orisha)
1 cup Cemetery soil
1 piece of 8"/11" paper
1 Jar of blood bait (for catfish) 

1 wishbone from a chicken
1 fur from a black cat
1 mason jar

 1. On the piece of paper draw a simple picture of your choosing and the identity of your destructee in the blood bait. 

2.  In the Mason jar add Heirloom egg, pecans, snakeroot, 1/4 cup blood bait, and soil. Stir until mixed thoroughly.  Place jar behind the sigil.


3. Snap the wishbone while saying your intent and then add to the jar.

4. Say, By a luck de a black cat, may oi niis adagita pass,  Add the fur. 

5. Burn the sigil and add the ashes to the jar.  Replace the lid.

6. Between midnight and first light find a place where two roads cross and bury the jar in the middle.

7. At a southern corner place the Elegba candle and light it. Consider a wind break if in a wind prone area.

Say another intent clearly such as:

Lap disciplining me at conisbra Ol condemn zomdv children adagita die. Elasa biab ge en ethical superior.


At this point you MUST walk away and never return ever. Assume the candle burnt through. 

Later, take credit for one of the kids getting hit by a truck while biking somewhere.

Brother Shamus Jun 20 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2
Dark Enlightenment

* For disclaimer reasons Satanic International Network does not endorse or condone this sure-fire way to divine introspection and knowing oneself. 


If you are ever in the Sonoran Desert between July and October those crazy severe thunderstorms bear some fruits to truly enjoy the southwestern monsoon season. 


For a brief moment there will be a reason to live there. 

Pay attention after it rains for something that sounds out of a bayou swamp, needing only a banjo to complete the ambiance. 


They are your magical ticket to a holy or terrifying experience. 


•Materials•

• latex gloves
• a mirror like what you do blow off of.
• net or other trapping device.

Apply latex gloves and using the net, or other trapping device, catch one. On the upper part of the hind legs (most noticeably, though there are several locations) there is a gland.  Squeeze it to secrete the venom on the mirror. It has a yellowish milky white appearance. Then let the animal go, don't worry, it will be fine.

Let discharge thoroughly dry. 

The powder left will help you find your personal unfiltered meaning in life when vaporized. 


* Venom must completely dry to a crystaline form before being vaporized. Or just smoke it like you would DMT. 



Dark Enlightenment Mar 1 · Rate: 1 · Comments: 2
CrimsonVirus5150
Ok soo......I am just gonna start off by saying this, I have decided to post my own personal journey. Now please keep this in mind, I am completely clueless. And I am learning on my own. So if I say something wrong, or do something wrong or whatever, PLEASE correct me and show me the right way. My teacher has been gone for so long. And I am literally like a lost puppy dog lol.  


Now for the million dollar question: Why Satanism?


I think it really caught my eye, was when the rape at home wouldn't stop. Then it his the apex point when I was molested by someone who I trusted. He knew what I had been threw, but yet took advantage. Now, at that this time I kept asking myself, "If god loves me, and he has a plan, why must I be raped, molested and more? I've been a good girl. I don't even like killing spiders and stuff. Why do I have to be hurt? Where is my guardian angel? Why?" 


After running away from the last pervert that had just got done trying to yank me into their car, I just lost it. So I sat down after a long mental breakdown, I had my favorite drink and some pizza and decided to try to find a new God, or religion or something that would not only love me, but keep me safe. I for one do not like these plans that are made for me. I prefer to make up my own plan. I don't like when decisions are made for me. 


That's when I started to meet other people from different religions. I sure the hell was not gonna do anything with Christianity. Hell I was blamed, and even told that the rape was my fault. And that I should just get over it. That's when I actually met another person who had been threw what I had. For once, I felt joy. I felt like there was someone out there just like me. And for once in a long time, I felt like I could trust. That's when I was told with Satanism, the men who had done this to me, would get their own. I think personally the best part was when the person said, " Hey its ok to hate them for what they did. They deserve it. You don't have to love your enemy. Because that bullshit is what got you in this in the first place. You loved them and they used that love to hurt you. So go ahead and hate them, you have every right." And it was at that point, I just bursted into tears. It was so...so...amazing to know that I didn't have to just let them get away with it. 


And that's how I started down this path. Now is this the right branch of this religion for me? I don't know. Am I gonna get confused as fuck? Probably. Am I gonna try and learn as much as possible? Fuck yes! So let's see how this goes. 

CrimsonVirus5150 Feb 22 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: newbie, iso, personal experiences, learning
EpicFail TITS
I really don't like people in general and try to avoid them as much as possible. so of course I have severe social deficits.  

I avoid looking people in the eye, I say weird and inappropriate things. And I am completely unable to put other people before myself


but still have no idea why anyone would be offended because I told him he reminded me of a leprechaun? 


EpicFail Sep 27 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: social skills, leprechaun, autism, spectrum, aspergers, misanthrope
Obscura TITS

There’s blood and bandages in the prison cell, swirling ruby sparks and filth where rats feast.  Through the cell window the moon cuts the night until it howls in pain, and you’re chained to the wall, shackles on your neck and limbs, and you’re done up in linen bandages like a corpse, gore and claret red clinging to your bindings.  I stand outside the gate with an oil lamp, meeting the Devil at midnight to raise the dead.  You are writhing and roaring, the poisonous zuhama that flows through your veins a raging fire of wine.  Lanterns leak oily light of goblin green-white fire onto the cell walls, all granite and smeared with ichor, and you are speaking in tongues demonic and dreadful.  I take out a corpse key and unlock the door, and the floor is slick with your stains.  Your Cabernet eyes simmer like a witch on a pyre, and as I approach, I take a twisted delight in your suffering.  This is where you belong, caged in my mind, lunatic mad, my beast, my delightful toy.  We take turns tying each other up in bear traps and guillotines and rusty iron bindings, we are each other’s sacrifice, and whore ourselves out for the quickest fix.  Isn’t that how it is with demons?  As you are prowling, growling, licking your wounds with a tongue that would drive saints to sin (don’t you know the Devil gives the best head, I mean come on, look at how he sings), I sit cross legged and hold a staring contest with your mercurial acid pupils.  I flick my fingers through your blood pooled beneath me and my white cloak and white gown are stained.  I take out a pen and bid you near me, and then I write out the names of God on your soiled bandages, and you are shivering and crying, and I am triumphant over Satan.  There’s your wreckage of a heart, embodied in the form of a girl, and a weeping black void that holds the keys to eternity in your chest.  You are too far gone, eyes swirling with insanity, and you tear off my clothes as I raze my nails down your back and pick at your wounds.  We are bleeding together, the razors our hands, and we kiss with coppery mouths as we bite at each other’s lips.


To know God is to eat God, but at the end of the day, it’s you dead with your demons, in your own Hell for eternity, so why not make it fun?

Obscura Sep 2 '18 · Comments: 2
DistroyA
Right, my first blog post since returning here was mainly telling of what I've been up to in other aspects of life, mainly in terms of my career. While I feel it's important to talk about what I've been up to since I've been away, I feel I need to talk more about my journey along the left hand path.

See, when I first joined, I'd already self identified as a LaVeyan Satanist, and I was content with that notion. However, due to occurrences in my life over the years, I have looked at other philosophical and occult practices. Initially, this started with a book called A Little Light On The Spiritual Laws by Diana Cooper, which I discovered in the summer of 2011. Now judging by a lot of the content of said book, it does line up with RHP teachings, however, some of the ideas mentioned seemed to make sense from a LHP standpoint. I know some people may disagree with me on that notion, but regardless, I feel that this book is a good tool to use in my own life, even if I'm cherry picking what I want from it.

Skip to early 2012, and I had started a romantic relationship with someone I saw (and still see to this day) as what one would consider a soulmate. Her path was of Paganism, and that sort of spiritual/religious teaching always interested me to a certain extent, although I never felt compelled to research it properly. Fast forward to around mid-late 2014 (after some undesirable events took place in my life), and the topic of Luciferianism came up in conversation with another friend of mine. I got super intrigued by it, and I decided to research it. I read The Bible Of The Adversary, and I gotta say, from what I got from it, I genuinely liked.

Move to the following year, and the topic of sigil magick caught my attention after watching a speech from comic artist/writer Grant Morrison. This kind of magickal practice greatly appealed to me, due to the fact that there was no need for theatric rituals and paraphernalia, but only for simple tools as pen, paper and desire. I then looked for books on sigil magick, and the first I discovered was Practical Sigil Magic by Frater U.D (otherwise known as Ralph Tegtmeier). Once I'd read that book front to back, I'd become intrigued by Chaos Magick, and my next book to start on was Liber Null & Psychonaut. Sadly, I haven't read through much of Liber Null, but since I rejoined, I want to pick up where I left off.

Another book I acquired was Crowley's The Book Of The Law. Honestly, after my first (and as of yet only) read through, it left me thinking "The fuck?"
I may have to give it another go, just to see if I can make head or tail of it.

So, as it stands now, I don't feel I can pigeonhole myself in any specific LHP teaching, but I've not forgotten my roots. But I do feel LaVeyan Satanism mixed with Luciferianism is the closest I can get to pinpointing what part of the path that fits me best. As it stands, I'm currently rediscovering where I stand on the left hand path, so I'm having to go back to basics and go from there. Hopefully I'll find out what truly fits me for definite, but I have a hunch of what it is regardless. I'd just rather be 100% sure though.
DistroyA Jul 27 '17 · Comments: 2
Alwayzfaded1
Quick question for anyone who can help with any suggestions about invocating satan and the possibly that it went wrong?
Alwayzfaded1 Jul 10 '17 · Comments: 2
Omniscient_Glitch
There are 100 Billion Stars in the Milky Way Galaxy. 2000+ have been observed to have planets orbiting them. ~3400 Earth-like planets have been discovered. NASA has revealed in a press conference that they have discovered the Trappist-1 System. There has also been Many discoveries (both official and unofficial) in the Solar System which point to the existence of extraterrestrial life. Ancient historical records Pre-dating all Abrahamic Religions demonstrates knowledge of this. The Ancient gods who built the megalithic wonders of the world were demonized by Religion. Religion was created to enslave Mankind physically, mentally, and spiritually.

The Trappist-1 is one example of an admission made by NASA which evidently demonstrates reality. 7 rocky planets orbit the Trappist-1 Star. 3 of those planets are in the Habitable Zone and are Earth-Like Planets. What this demonstrates is that there are other Star Systems other than the Solar System around the majority of Stars in the Milky Way Galaxy.

Satanism was the original path of Mankind. Ancient archaeological writings of civilizations all over the world show that they were actually smarter than the Micromatrix wants Society to know. For example, according to the 3rd Ancient Sumerian Tablet: "The celestial chariot he deftly; from Nibiru it powerfully soared, toward the distant Sun he it directed.... Little Gaga [Pluto] came out to greet them, a welcome to the heroes it was extending. To blue-hued Antu [Neptune], the beautiful enchantress, it showed the way. By her sight Anzu was attracted.... Ea [Satan] to continue without stopping gave the word; it is a planet of no return, he forcefully said. Let us examine her waters! Anzu was saying" "Toward the heavenly An [Uranus], the third in planetary counts, the chariot continued. On his side was An [Uranus] lying, his host of moons about him were whirling. The Tester's beam the presence of water was revealing; a stop if needed to Ea [Satan] it was indicating. To continue the journey was Ea [Satan] saying. Toward Anshar [Saturn], the heaven's foremost prince, he was directing. Soon the ensnaring [gravitational] pull of Anshar [Saturn] they could tell, his colored rings with fear they admired. Deftly did Anzu the chariot guide, the crushing dangers he cleverly avoided. The giant Kishar [Jupiter], foremost of firm planets, was next to be encountered. Her net's pull was overpowering; with great skill did Anzu the chariot's course divert. With fury Kishar [Jupiter] at the chariot divine lightnings was thrusting, her host as the uninvited she directed. Slowly Kishar [Jupiter] moved away, for the chariot the next enemy to encounter: Beyond the fifth planet the Hammered Bracelet [Asteroid Belt] was lurking!" "Ea [Satan] his handiwork to set a-whirling commanded, the Water Thruster to prepare. Toward the host of turning boulders the chariot was rushing, each one like a slingshot's stone ferociously at the chariot aimed. The word by Ea [Satan] was given, with the force of a thousand heroes the stream of water was thrust. One by one the boulders turned face; a path for the chariot making! But as one boulder fled, another in its stead was attacking; a multitude byond count was their number, a host for the splitting of Tiamat revenge seeking!.... double was the joy as the sight of the Sun was now unveiled. Amidst the elation Anzu the alarm sounded: For the path to have fashioned, excessive waters to feed the chariot's fiery stones for the remaining journey were not sufficient. In the dark deepness the sixth planet they could see, the Sun's rays it was reflecting. There is water on Lahmu [Mars], Ea [Satan] was saying. Can you bring the chariot down upon it? Anzu he was asking. Deftly Anzu the chariot toward Lahmu [Mars] directed; reaching the celestial god, around it he the chariot made circle. The planet's net [atmosphere] is not great, its [gravitational] pull is to handle easy, Anzu was saying. A sight to behold was Lahmu [Mars], many hued it was; snow white was its cap [North Pole], snow white were its sandals [South Pole]. Reddish hued was its middle, in its midst lakes and rivers were aglitter! Deftly Anzu the chariot made travel slower, by a  lakeside it gently came down..."

According to archaeological and tablet evidence, the Great Pyramids of Egypt were built by Thoth; the son of Satan. He also built the Teotihuacan Pyramids in Mexico, and possibly others. He was known as Thoth/ Tehuti/ Quetzalcoatl/ Hermes/ Ningishzidda and other names around the globe. There are megalithic pyramids on every continent on Earth. Examples include: N America/ S America/ China/ Iraq/ Egypt/ Russia/ Australia/ Antarctica/ etc. There are also pyramids on the Moon and on Mars.

Ancient Mankind had access to Ancient Technology. There was a war between Freedom and Tyranny. The Enemy extraterrestrials whipped out most ancient technology and caused the Ancient Technological Reset which lead to the Stone Age. Then the Enemy invaded Earth and sent their Demiurge Operatives to create Religion and demonize Satan and the ancient gods.

Omniscient_Glitch Aug 2 '17 · Comments: 2
Dark Enlightenment
The House of Representatives approved a far-reaching measure on Thursday to prevent the Department of Justice from interfering with state marijuana laws, including those allowing recreational use, cultivation and sales.

It is naive to proclaim it is NOT a matter of time for national legalization and those obligatory federal taxes that will follow,  but does it need to go any further than this?  Does big government need to step on the state's right to autonomy ? 


All states regulating themselves seems ideal.  Why does 'big brother' need to force ALL states into utopic leftist submission? Why can't that godforsaken fence when it is kicked the fuck over identify itself as kicked the fuck over?  The west coast states have Cannabis rights and all gender restrooms, while Oklahoma has God and Jesus bird licence plates. 


Yet, It is ok for a conservative to appeal to a large government when Planned Parenthood clinics are killing masses of dividing cells that deserve that chance to divide! You must acknowledge their theocracy or go burn eternally on a lake of magma. If not the government will make you.


Consistency must be limited to only the party line rhetoric and then lost somewhere on the Appalachian Trail.  

I also apologize for the rare occurrence where I discuss current sociopolitical events from a human perspective.

You are leaving an incredibly large swath of the population. All those employed by the federal government, from service personnel to DoD employees, it is still Illegal, still a schedule one narcotic.  


This is an instance I support national de-scheduling with states allowed to make their own regulatory laws like with alcohol after prohibition.  An example with alcohol would be California vs. North Carolina.  In California hard alcohol is available everywhere that can get a license, In North Carolina there are state controlled stores for all alcohol not beer and wine.   I remember the one I went to being called "ABC".

Perhaps the Bible Belt would likewise approve only state controlled cannabis outlets?

Anyways, this is my argument for the national legalization and disallowment of states to outright ban the sale of cannabis to those over 21, much in the same way The Supreme Court forever ruled on civil unions.

In 2013-2017 I worked on Camp Pendleton on an overnight shift.  It would seem every Friday and Saturday morning around 2 AM every MP in the area would code 3 their asses towards housing areas. 

I asked a Warrant Officer (DoD sponsor) I worked for what was happening. "At this time? Domestic altercation."

What wonders PTSD does.  What greater wonders alcohol and PTSD does.  Yet, over yonder you have study after study of the sedating psychological benefits of indica heavy strains, and the anti-depressant benefits of a sativa strain. Seems a perfect combination.

In my opinion, PTSD should be considered like a developed bipolar disorder, or at least some thing close. The highs and crashes are the same. The reckless mania and need for thrills crashes into an alcohol fueled brawls all too often.

My thoughts always were you can't expect a battle hardened  killer to fully reintegrate because nothing will ever be as awesome as it was.  From Vietnam to Enduring Freedom everyone ends up on a motorcycle for a reason.  Alcohol is probably not the best thing here. 

So why is alcohol promoted by culture while cannabis condemned? "Reefer Madness" retarded arguments were still being cited by former Attorney General, Jeff Sessions as recently as 2018. Plain to see, the death grip of the DRAGNET remains. Propaganda and "ALCOHOL IS NOT A DRUG!" 

Alcohol is ingrained into Americana and the hierophant smiles as the old ways are being upheld. You are to enjoy this wonderful intoxicant because it goes with Jesus and football on Sundays. Upholding tradition are the dying ones, the last batch of brass to oxidize. Reevaluation is a waiting game of generational turnover.  Also, there are those gentlemen in white suits wilting in that southern humidity to consider.

Lobbyists of both big alcohol and tobacco are facing a dwindling costumer base as beer becomes an artisan market and everything touching the cannabis trade turns to gold.  Another situation of generational turnover. 


I am picturing a willow shrouded porch, magnolia trees, and fat white coronaries in waiting fretting over the shrinking revenue while choking on cigars and sipping their mint juleps.  Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil without the transsexual.  And this makes me see a faint light of the eventual exodus from the stranglehold of dated southern conservative values finally dying with their hosts.


And they even have a theme song!

Dark Enlightenment Jul 30 · Comments: 2
DiafolHK
To those who sent kind messages of welcome to SIN in the last week or two, apologies for not replying. We’ve been travelling and offline for most of the time. Do please write again because we are very serious about embarking on our journey down the left-hand path. We are complete newbies but realise that we have always been Satanists without knowing it. Now we really want to make up for lost time. We need instruction and guidance and are prepared to devote ourselves to our new-found calling. Anyone willing to invest time in us would be much appreciated because we feel a bit lost but have every confidence that Lord Satan will follow up his callng is to his Infernal path with the guidance we need to devote ourselves to Him. Thank you.
DiafolHK Nov 9 '17 · Rate: 2.67 · Comments: 2 · Tags: novices
Ikey_Mike

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Pqsflt2880

every time I listen to certain songs from certain artists I feel connected with my spirituality and reinforces everything I believe in. knowledge is key my friends so embrace it. oh yeah check out spaceghostpurrp blackland radio 66.6 album thank you.

Ikey_Mike Apr 13 '18 · Comments: 2
Zach Black Owner

Dread -


I have this weird feeling. A feeling that something bad is going to happen at anytime. Strange feeling. Not a pleasant on either. It is that feeling that ' something is in the air ' . I can not put my finger on it.


i could be picking up ' vibes ' from someone else close to me. I thinking I need t make my rounds and check in with everyone close. My older brother just got outta pycheward today. He was having suicidal thoughts. That could be it.


All I really know is I have only had a few glasses of wine. That is not enough to sound the alarm. I can feel the pressure physically to. Something, somewhere is about to go down that will affect me in a drastic way.... that is the feeling I have.



Zach Black May 9 '17 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: satanic international network, zach black
David

My answer is Yes.

I see a lot of "money doesn't bring you happiness" or "possessions doesn't make you happy". In these posts I see what "actually" brings you happiness in life. Stuff like, travel, eat good food, meet new people and so on.

With money you can buy a train, bus or plane ticket to anywhere in the world.

With money you can do stuff to meet new people like, go to concerts or get a cup of coffee or whatever you want.

With money you can afford to go to a resturant and eat good food (or go to the grocery store and get stuff you like)

With money you can buy that cool shirt or outfit that makes you feel like thousand bucks. That, my friend is a possession and if you feel good about yourself, that's happiness. Therfore that possession makes you happy.

If you enjoy watching movies on a big ass flat TV, play videogames or enjoy gardening or whatever. You need money to buy that. Yes even if you want to plant a flower.


So yes, money and possesions do make you happy.

It's what you DO with the money that matters.


HS.

David

David Jul 30 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: blog, thoughts, money, possessions, thinking, posts, travel
Doctor Sarah Proctor
Ever since I was a little girl, I've been obsessed with the fantasy of being fucked silly by a well-hung stallion 'til my vagina bleeds. Now that I'm a mature woman, I now own 9 horses (all colts and stallions of course), but I still haven't dared to take one of their cocks up my cunt yet.


I've snogged, wanked them off loads of times and stuck my arse in their mouths a plenty. But, you see, bestiality is unfortunately still illegal in the UK and I don't want to break the law, nor lose my job as a respected consultant psychiatrist.


I know it's unlikely I'd get caught and recorded by a random wandering stranger rambling across one of my fields with a smart phone, and later seeing my pussy stretched by rampaging big equine cock on a seedy porn site is indeed unlikely, but it's still too risky.


This is why sex with horses and bestiality in general needs to be legalised in my fascist country already. It's against my human and horses rights to be denied such pleasure.


Please all theistic Satanists pray to the Dark Lord himself for a change in the law. I want the UK to be more like progressive Canada.


Please give this blog 5 stars if you'd like to watch me get fucked hard by a horse.


Hail Satan!



Doctor Sarah Proctor Aug 19 '18 · Rate: 5 · Comments: 2 · Tags: sex, doctor, psychiatrist, sarah, proctor, tarporley, cheshire, uk, bestiality, horses
thejefffrye420
Okay I have no idea if anyone else came up with anything remotly similar but this one just happened to have poped into my head and since people have in one way or another expressed that I can be funny, and honestly I have made people life, seriously it was never any of those fake laughs because they would fall on the floor in laughter. And so here we go...


My right foot has a vaginal yeast infection because she had been cheating on me with my left foot. Aparantly she can't keep her shoe and sock on, especially around my left foot, more so give the fact that my right foot has literaly has every possable v.d. and s.t.d know to man kind and then some. (Sigh) I worry about my left foot, especially after he was molestered back in the eighth grade.

thejefffrye420 Dec 21 '16 · Comments: 2 · Tags: humer
EdMenonymous Member
Okay! Everybody! Outta the Gene Pool RIGHT NOW!

Being good at STUPID doesn't COUNT!

D'oh!

I like you Sally, thats why I'm killin you last.

I'm not as THINK as you STONED I AM!§

I hate Prejudiced People!

I hate anti fascist Nazis! because they hate fascist Nazis?

To err is Human, to forgive means..YOU'RE FIRED FRED FUK OFF!!!!

If you are what you eat... then I wanna be you by morning...

Abortion kills and so does Mcdonalds!

We're not doing scientific research..We are KILLING PEOPLE!  ON PURPOSE..

And charging and counting and LAUGHING HAHHAHHAHAH!! and LAUGHING at u and u and u AND YO MAMA!!! HAHAHAH!

FNORD

Fnord?

Fnord!

It is my firm belief that it is a mistake to hold any firm beliefs..

For further info consult your fukkin self! 

Everything is True.. No where is clothing optional! Unless you are a bird?.

Nothing is True.. Cthulhu IS NOT REAL!

BELIEVE ME I AM A WAY BETTER BANG THAN CTHULHU!


Sometimes I just start the bullet sales in the middle of Wal-Mart under the Basketball hoops by the kitchen accessories in ALL 50 STATES EVERY FUKKIN DAY 7 DAYS A WEEK.364 DAYS A YEAR!..

and if you dont wanna buy anything TODAY

WELL, THATS, OK WE'LL JUST THROW IT ALL AWAY FOR YOU AND GET YOU SOMETHING BETTER CAUSE ITS NEW! and EVEN CHEAPER!!
Because RAINBOWS LOVE WAL-MART.. and you know folks that's where ALL THESE CONSTANT LOVELY SUPER CHEAP THINGS COME FROM IS 

RAINBOWS!!... YEA THATS IT RAINBOWS!!


My Inner Child wants to molest buy sell trade rape and kill your inner child!

IF YOU DONT CARE WHERE YOU ARE THEN THEY'RE NOT DROPPIN BOMBS ON YOU! YAY YOU!

LSD melts in your MIND and gives you TICKETS TO GET... ON... THE...SHIP!

 

Do What keepeth thou from wilting shall be the law of the Hole!!

When you call something ya can't handle put it on hold and hand the phone to yer friend with THE SEXY VOICE..


Its not that they die but its like they die like of suffocation on their own feces and each others carcasses, lack of water and dramamine, after up to 3 months of crowding like AUSTRALIAN SHEEP on an exciting sea barg adventure to be SLAUGHTERED somewhere else... Yes they do.. they die like fukkin sheep.. Man all of the sudden I feel like eating Le Gigot D'agneau med sacred blu fuk off le merde!... 

If you yourself would like to join and enjoy this amazing and wonderful Cruise to the SLAUGHTERHOUSE.. we are neither herE nor there at

Factory Farming Cruise Lines FUK OFF! Get a hold of us and maybe we can get you a spot at the TOP of the pile of torturous DEATH! baa haa baahhahah


Don't force it... Use a bigger hammer? Propaganda Machine? Convenient Grocery Store? Machine Gun on a bigger TV on a Bigger News Slander? 

Oh Oh .. OH WAIT WAIT ah I get it... they..mean

WORK SMARTER NOT HARDER!

Mind your own business SPOCK! I'm sick of your INBRED InterFUK!

If at first you don't succeed wait til yer BRO gets the Banana and take that shit from his ass.. cause the whole distraction'll make em all GO FUKKIN NUTS!!

For me to get a CLUE is definitely going to require a a total REVAMP! 

I WISH YOU YOU HUM-HOMIES WOULB EEB ME A'ONE!

DON'T MESS WITH THE KITTY! 

MERGRERGHHH! HHHHEEEEEEEEEEEGH!

Try the Moo Shoe Pork. It is especially TORTURED TO NO END BEFORE IT IS BRUTALLY MURDERED BY THE LITERAL MILLION UPON MILLIONS EVERY YEAR...SO PUT IT IN YOUR FUKKIN MOUTH AND ENJOY THAT SHIT NIGGA!


CHANGE YOUR THOUGHTS? PRIORITIES? DO NOT FORGET TO PAY ME

 and YOUR WELCOME.. 

Freedom is a cage at gun point in desolate desperation FROM ALL THINGS YOU DO NOT WISH NOR WANT TO SEE NOR HEAR.. and now that YOU KNOW --

YOU DON'T HAVE TO CARE.. DO YOU KNOW WHY? ahh YOU DON'T CARE!

YOU DON'T HAVE TO ...at leaSt NOT YET...


Pathetic-def. just another Prick tryin to fuck my pussy because he has something I don't.. Why is the cheese moving?


We got news for all you sport fans out there!  

SILENT VIOLENCE VS CONSCIOUS EFFORT TO BE huh? ..and the

.THE WINNER!!! SILENT VIOLENCE AGAIN!! YAYAYYOU!YAYAYYAYAYA!!!


There is no time like a fresh killed pheasant.


Tis an ill will that BLOWS NO MINDS..and is no GOOD AT SUCKIN DICK!


DON'T EAT GARLIC.. It makes yer pussy and yer dick taste like fake ass shit!

Let he who takes the Plunger remember to return it bv Tuesday and make sure theres no fuckin fudge chunks on the handle...

I think we're all Bozos on this SHORT BUS! 

I haven't lost my mind .. Its backed up on a tape somewhere.. and the rest of my brains got fucked out and thrown out with a pack of condoms.. woohoo!


Oh Squirt! Now where the hell did PUDDLES run off to?OO

Oh I wish I were an Oscar Meyer weiner.. with a list of ingredients...

Everything I know IS WRONG!

I AM BORING

I AM DRIVEN CRAZY BECAUSE HUMANS THINK AND BEHAVE LIKE THEY ARE NOT ANIMALS!

It is easier to punch the Principle than it is for me to BE GOOD ENOUGH ROBOT TO GRADUATE.. because here is what my diploma says..

I am A.I. (without the I.) diploma...? huh?

I guess the jokes on me, she said..

Don't Panic.. YOU WILL NEVER GET PROPERLY LAID... without PROPERLY PAYING FOR IT!

I believe that everyone who does not have an owner is in a cage or on a dinner plate is entitled to EUTHANIZATION RIGHT AWAY! or no wait.. just on Mondays! We can't afford to euthanize everyone everyday. Okay?

 

Of all forms of causation.. Caution IN LOVE is the most Considerate


Silence the VIOLENCE in my world and keep me shopping looking good for god country and my parents.. so NO ONE WILL KNOW I AM NOT INSANE..Im just a fukkin piece of shit USELESS IDIOT!! 


In this world Everything in excess! To enjoy the flavor of lighfe pay the lady with the biggest tits and ass even if she's as BLACK as yer stupid satanic death metal band t shirt!!... 

EdMenonymous Jul 7 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: raw, eris, discordia
Kobwebz
This is what the rear end of an alpha female looks like:-


Enjoy!
Kobwebz Apr 29 '18 · Comments: 2 · Tags: alpha female, genetically superior woman
Obscura TITS

The Lightbringer attended to his duties.


Idly, he ate a wormy pomegranate, dressed in a white tunic.  Black veins ran like a map across his back, spreading to chalk-white shoulders.  He lingered in the shadows, watching the Milky Way canoe toward the outer boundaries of heaven.  The stars hung like fireflies above, reflecting off the perfection of his skin as he stood under the boundless moon.  The satellite drifted slowly across the hours, and the music of the spheres churned as time’s machinations moved the night to day.


Cherubim whirled above, shifting mixtures of man and beast that carried the heavens on their backs.  They shepherded the stars, singing in ethereal tones.  At a glance they resembled dragons with human faces blossoming from pearly wings.  Their backs were shelled like tortoises or jeweled beetle carapaces that upon closer inspection resembled intricate, interlocking armor.  One could not discern if their human forms were consumed in biological plating or if they truly were chimeras.


He watched them.  Once, that had been his duty, but no more.  He softly touched the twin scars that mounted his shoulder-blades.  The old red fire of the wound flared.  He smirked, then put out the Morning Star – proudest in all the constellations – with his thumb.  The planet Venus dimmed, only to blaze into life again when he lowered his hand.  He laughed drily and finished the fruit, tossing it over the canyon rim below.


The song of the cherubim lilted.  They descended like flaming wheels, swooping down below into the landscape obscured by night.  Their voices faded to silence.  The angels’ chimeric forms resolved into those of men.  In hollows of darkness they stood, flesh beginning to glow, then blazed into pillars of light.  Each beam rocketed up into the sky to match a star above.  The stars flickered in time with their breaths.


He smiled at his brothers’ devotion as his chest began to thrum like a drumbeat.  The skin over his heart glowed blue-white, burning with sweet agony.  He contained a scream that would have rose to ragged ululations of ecstasy, just as each of his brothers held their tongues.


Gritting his teeth, he let his glory pour forth.  It seared, the substance of divinity firing upward to Venus.  His mind was consumed; he let the waves of pain rush against him like water crashing to shore.  The frothing foam scattered memories like sea glass: his Father’s hands in his, teaching him to shape the cosmos to his will.  His fingers on the locks of a yellow-haired girl, braiding them meticulously with roses.  He recalled how his hands had fumbled then, picking the thorns off for her before wending the vines between the golden strands.  He had had no callouses then, no scars-


The fires of the heavens roared like a waterfall.  The sun was on the verge of rising.  His pain intensified.  He closed his eyes, clasping his hands in prayer.


Hands told stories; some said they determined fate.  A heart line slashed across a palm spoke of love, a six-lined star meant protection.  The meanings, for mortals, were endless.


His hands were blank.  The only marks on his skin were the ones he had earned.


“Where is your fate line?” she had asked long ago, laughing.


“Fate line?  I have none, Eve.”


“That is a pity.  How can you choose your destiny, if you have no guide to it?”  She traced the absence of his palms.


He flexed his pinions. “I have my wings- that is enough.”


She touched their snowy whiteness.  “Flying is one thing, brother, but without a map, where will you go?”


“I know where I am going, child.  Some paths are best left unknown.”


But he had strayed down shady roads in the coming eons, and the pearly wings grew to not be enough.


One evening, he tried drawing delicate curves on his palms with her sewing needles.  Over and over he dug them, deeper into his flesh, until the needles stuck through his hand.  Each time they healed, devoid of scars.  She caught him unawares and screamed when she saw him.


“Not like this!” she had howled, plucking the needles from his palms and bandaging him with torn strips of her dress.  She ran her fingers through his hair, hands so soft and cool against his temple they could be milk.  So small he could enfold them like a butterfly, which he did.  He steadied her shaking, afraid she would crack like a doll.  “This is my fault,” she wept as he rocked her.  “You have no need of stupid fate lines.  Your wings are enough to guide you.  Can’t you see how whole you are?  I am not.  I was jealous of you, brother, jealous!  You are the prince of the angels, have all and I have nothing.  I am made of dust and sorrow; I walk through the dirt and mud.  Father regrets me – he damns my curiosity, I, who was merely made to revel in creation.  I am a broken thing: I go against my nature in craving to create what I am meant to enjoy.  Ever since we were expelled from Eden, I cannot read the damned things on my hands.”


He clasped her hands in his, wings enfolding her.  “I can,” he whispered, “and you are the most whole thing I have ever known.”


“You can read them?” she asked weakly.  “What do they say?”


“They say that you are the wisest of all creatures, Eve, and that nothing I have done is your fault.  That in you lies the fire of a million generations.  The only fate we control is our own.”


Her gaze could still the ocean: “Then promise me you will never do anything that hurts you, ever again, Lucifer.  Promise me you will be gentle as you have always been and treat yourself with the same care you give me.”


“I promise, Eve.  Though I would not call myself gentle-”


She silenced him with a kiss, both ignoring that the way their paths were headed, it was a promise he would not keep.  He recalled how he had cupped her face like it was manna.  His hands, entwined in her hair –


The sun crept closer to the rim of the horizon.  His heart scorched, ribs burning in his chest.  Tears welled in his eyes.  Those hands, which he would now shudder to place on her snowy flesh, broke their fervent prayer.


He examined them, removed.  They profaned all they touched, sullied with the stains of ages.  Blood, tears, piss, plagues.  Yet no matter what he did, they remained clean.  His brothers were all the same.  Try as they might, they could not write their own stories.  All they did was erased from their skin.


Their fates had been determined for them.  The only scars they were allowed to keep were those earned at ultimate cost.


The stars blotted out one by one, waiting.  He flexed his fingers.  Once, the slender digits had brought life to mortal lips.  Now they drew souls out of mouths.  Just like he had cast off one name for another, he had traded purposes after the Fall:


“No,” he had pleaded, tears in his eyes.  “My name is Lucifer.  The bright and morning star.”


“And now it is Samael, the poison and venom of God.  Your gifts will be suffering and death.”


“No!  I am the Lightbringer!”


“And now that light would burn you.  Death cannot bear life.  You killed her in your folly!  To repeat that would be madness-”


“I am beyond madness and your wretched salvation, Michael.  Do not offer me repentance.  I was trying to save her.  I will save her!  What is dead can be brought back to life.  Eve’s soul is mine, mine.”


“You damned her from the moment she met you.”


He roared her name in agony.  The Morning Star stood belfry to the first rays of sun.  Pain forgotten, he was lost in the onslaught of his mind.


Hell is not a place, but the past.  He carried it with him always.  The angels below were lost in their own tortures.  They pleaded their cases before the sun.  Perhaps, this morning, they would be forgiven.  For his brothers were each of them fallen, bereft of their Creator, alone.


The sun rose in judgment, washing out the light of the Morning Star.  He screamed and doubled over as his flesh seared to the bone.  The penetrating rays licked him the clean white bone of the Reaper, rendering him into a skeleton.  He saw with eyes that were black hollows, and rose to embrace the deadly radiation.


The landscape pooled before him.  A red desert raced out to brimming golden mountains, where dawn gently lapped over the ruins of a once magnificent city.  It was carved into the cliff faces like Petra, inhospitable to humans.  No steps or bridges connected the towering abodes – sheer drops followed the open doors – and there were none of the comforts of civilization, merely bare floors dusted with wildflowers.  The fallen angels shook below as they prayed, flesh peeling as their blood pooled on the ground.  Wind stirred the sand into molten plumes, like hourglasses in reverse, grains snaking through fallen pillars and stories upon stories of sandstone.  It buffeted him, sliding between his ribs.  A great thundering came from the distance.


“Welcome, brother,” he murmured as the solar angel stirred to his vigil.  Soon, a figure shadowed the sun.  Michael landed atop the sere cliff, facing his twin.  “Time to slay the beast,” the Morning Star said.


Tears were in Michael’s eyes.  “You know this is never necessary, Samael.”  He laid his weapons at his twin’s feet.


“Your sword, dear brother, through the neck.  Or the heart, if you prefer.  I seem to lack one, I suppose.  A downside to being bone-”


“Why, day after day, do you torment me with this?”  The question hung like the gallows over their heads.  “Our brothers below us are suffering.  Above us, they are weeping.  All Heaven and Hell become one, and you prolong it with your murder.”


“It is yours too, my twin,” he said, almost tender.  The bone-man walked to Michael’s side, dabbing at the tears with his claw hands.  “Damn these things,” he said, looking at his fingers in disgust. “I have had too much time alone with my palms.”


“In that we may find solidarity.  Mine tire of bearing weapons.  If you would only quit your stubbornness, the War would end immediately.”


“If only it were that simple.  I always envied you your straightforward thinking.  Whose load is heavier, brother: the Lightbearer, or he who bears the sword?  One’s burden is insubstantial-”


“Enough with your damn riddles!”  Michael roared, slapping the skull’s cheek.  “Repent!  Come home, brother.  Be whole.”


Samael’s hand lingered on his smarting jawbone.  “No.”


Michael took his brother’s shoulders in his hands.  “Each day you pray for forgiveness, and we grant it to you.  Then you reject it.  You – all of you!-” he yelled across the canyons, down at the fallen ones, silver tears in his emerald eyes, “-choose suffering over redemption.  Why, my brother?  Why?”


“Because, Michael.  It is our lot.  The suffering, the scars, make us whole.  There is no going back to Eden.”


“I know,” whispered Michael, sorrowful, “but I can hope.”  He embraced his brother slowly, shaking, and kissed his bony brow.


“What is dead cannot be brought back to life, as you said so long ago.  Look at me as I truly am,” Samael laughed drily.  “Such a prince of angels I would make.  No, that path is now yours, and your halo is ill-suited for me.  The only crown fitting me is one of thorns.”  He lifted Michael’s sword and pressed it to his ribs.  “For her?” Samael asked gently.


Michael obliged.  In a scene old as time, he slayed the beast, killing the darkness which would rise once more next evening, only to be slaughtered come morning tithe.  Over and over they engaged in the battle, trapped in their own hells, hearts torn asunder anew.  Samael had died many times – in truth, he craved it.  As the Angel of Death, it was him.  Each time, it brought him closer to her- in the blackness he could feel her, the hollow emptiness of his heart that marked her unknown grave.


Broken, Michael pushed him over the edge.  Gabriel trumpeted above.


The earth opened like a great maw to swallow him up.


“Eve,” Samael called softly, plummeting into the abyss.  The ground sucked the fallen angels down into the pit, denying them God’s saving grace.  In their fall, they burned proud.


Michael wiped his blade clean of rot.


The tithe was paid.


The day was born.

Obscura Sep 4 '18 · Comments: 2
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